Mr.Sandman （造梦先生）（explicit ）-Method Man （方法人）/Inspectah Deck
This is
Serious the craziest d-da
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
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 point
Past the of no return
Leavin'mics with third burnsdegree
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
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 **** 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 **** tell that b***h
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
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 you thoughts
Never heard of
I switch the city never sleeps
Life's a b***h
I shit runnin'Emmitt through
b*****s Smithlike
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 ****'s the cream "
Another jerk came out the kitchen
With the M 16
He tried to c**k 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 mother****er"
'Cause I made
It look like they both killed
Each other
And I'm out