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Mr. Sandman

by The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry]
This is (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
Serious, the craziest, da-da
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
Day-da, danger, dangerous style

[Verse 1: RZA]
Lyrical shots from the Glock
Bust bullet holes on the charts
I want the number one spot
What's the science? I'm a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in
Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
Others come with sh*t as silly as Art Carney
But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney
Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
A day at my rest playing chess, yes
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't looking, I take the queen with the rook then
I get vexed, laying phat tracks on Ampex
Puffing skunk, getting drunk off of Triple X
Ballantine, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & Method Man]
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
Leaving mics with third-degree burns
Let me at 'em, I grip your style like a spasm
Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
And I be raw, for four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
Like jail, electrifying like the third rail
Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang! Clan ain't nothin' to f*ck wit'

[Verse 3: Method Man]
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 f*ck tell that b*tch and her n*gga
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 four nine three eleven

[Chorus: Method Man & Blue Raspberry]
Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream
I don't know what's going on, if you can take us there

[Verse 4: Streetlife]
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 b*tch
I sh*t, runnin' through b*tches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, n*ggas best to be careful crossin'
The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin
Don't sleep, n*ggas tend to forget, however
Peep this — my n*gga Kase lives forever

[Verse 5: Carlton Fisk]
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowing again
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure
Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door
The dread tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tech
Just when I said, "Where the f*ck's the cream?"
Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to c*ck it, blast three shots like rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage
(The n*gga tried to stab you, God!) but I dodged it
n*ggas said, "Carlton you'se a ill motherf*cker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other
And I'm out

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream
Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream

[Outro: Method Man & RZA]
You know what I'm saying?
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