Perfect World Lyrics - 5 Classic Albums - Method Man

[Dialogue] 

First, they dropped the bomb 

Then came the disease 

Then death 

This our world 

Your world, my world 

I like this world! 

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Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks 

Catch a close up your snot box, broke up 

Land shark, tryin to post up, reptiles 

Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles 

Take your kindness for weakness, yhey foul 

New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk, POW! 

Another underboss pull a doublecross 

Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now 

Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway 

Twenty-five to life up in Rahway get caught 

Look deep into the black thought, a holy war is being fought 

on Allah's court, my perfect world (if you will) 

Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams 

Homicide scene, perfect world 

By any means get cream 

Just don't let it come between you and I, seen 

Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus 

Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord 

with devil worship and satanic verses 

It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours 

Heard when it rains, it pours 

I came to bring the pain once more (once more) 

Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law 

The Big Apple, rotten to the core 

These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR) 

They schemin and I-Beam'n 

Hitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleanin 

Keep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murder 

At war with them inner demons, it's goin down 

Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds 

If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way 

for birth of a Generation, X 

Spoken with a project dialect, bomb threat 

to the air waves, hit the deck 

Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine 

Got love for my family, cause they mine 

See niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimes 

We gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made up 

Young buck, just don't give a fuck, pressin they luck 

When they best, best to give it up, perfect world 

Baby what? Nigga head or gut, them or us 

Welcome to the dark ages, dirty pages 

Of filth, fine filth flavors 

Dust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashes 

Right before his eyes, then he passes 

Photos 

While the 666 got more tricks 

Than the PD's got bricks 

From bloods and crips 

To pips with mints 

We still lickin the scars from whips on slave ships 

Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams 

Homicide scene, perfect world 

By any means get cream 

Just don't let it come between you and I, seen 

Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus 

Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord 

with devil worship and satanic verses 

It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours 

Uhh. the children are the future 

And Wu-Tang is for the babies!