Mr. Sandman Lyrics - Tical - Method Man

This is 

(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) 

Serious, the craziest d-da 

(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) 

Day-da danger, dangerous style 

Lyrical shots from the glock 

Bust bullet holes on the chops 

I want the number one spot 

With the science, of a giant 

New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence 

Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in 

Foes grab their chairs 

To be mad as Ralph Cramden 

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Others come with shit, as silly as Art Carney 

But my Tetley triplies, more kids than Barney 

Nobody must stress there's three bags of sess 

A damn I rest, playing chess, yes 

My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn 

When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then 

I get vexed, layin' phat trax on Ampex 

Amorphous God, gettin' drunk, off a triple X 

Violent time, I got more love than valentines 

The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine 

My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short 

Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off 

Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return 

Leavin' mics with third degree burns 

Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm 

Track em through the mud then I bag 'em 

We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls 

And I be raw, for four score plus seven more 

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I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage 

Like jail, electrifying the third rail 

Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus 

Wu-Tang 

(Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit) 

Hot time, summer in the city 

My people represent, get busy 

The heat seeker, on a mission from Hell's kitchen 

I gets in where I fits in for head touchin', listen 

Enemy, is the industry got me flippin' 

I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga 

I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases 

Desert stormin', I be searchin' for Oasis 

As I run a mile with a racist 

Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet 

Peace to the number seven 

Everybody else get the fo' nine three eleven 

(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) 

I don't know what's going on 

If you can take us there 

Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival 

My flow lights up the block like a homicidal 

Murder, underground beef for the burger 

P L O, criminal thoughts you never heard of 

I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch 

I shit, runnin' through bitches like Emmitt Smith 

Caution, niggaz best to be careful crossin' 

The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin' 

Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however 

Peep this, my nigga, case lives forever 

What evil lurks in the heart of men? 

It be the shadow, street life, flowin' again 

I had a plot, scheme, that I knew for sure 

Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door 

The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck 

Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec 

Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?" 

Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M 16 

He tried to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets 

Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket 

My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage 

(The nigga tried to stab you God) 

But I dodged it 

Niggaz said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker" 

'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other 

And I'm out 

(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) 

(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)