Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Raspberry
Background Vocals
Carlton Fisk
Vocals
Inspectah Deck
Vocals
RZA
Vocals
Street Life
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pat Ballard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Nicholas
Assistant Engineer
Jack Hersca
Engineer
RZA
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This is (Mr. Sandman give me a good dream)
Serious, the craziest
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) Day-da dangerous
[Verse 2]
Lyrical shots from the glock
Bust bullet holes on the charts
I want the number one spot
What's the science
Of a giant?
New York defiant
Brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs
Occurred when I slammed in
Foes grabs the chairs
To be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit
Silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley tripilizes
More kids than Barney
Remedy for stress, there's three bags of sess
A day I might 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 traxed on Ampex
Puffin' skunk gettin' drunk off of Triple X
Violent time, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind
I blast with a silent nine
[Verse 3]
My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support shot
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 cramp your style like a spasm
Drag 'em through the mud then iI 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 nuttin' ta fuck wit)
[Verse 4]
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 ****
I'm killin', snipin', catching 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
[Verse 5]
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
I don't know what's going on if you can take us there
[Verse 6]
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 **** best to be careful crossin' the street
Before they end up layin' in a coffin
Don't sleep, **** tend to forget
However, peep this
My **** Kase lives forever
[Verse 7]
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street life flowin' 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 tec'
Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another dread came put the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock 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 **** tried to stab you dog)
But I dodged it
**** said, "Carlton you'se a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other
And I'm out
[Verse 8]
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
[Verse 9]
(You know what I'm saying?) (Tical)
[Verse 10]
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
Written by: Clifford Smith, Jason Hunter, Robert F. Diggs