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 *** their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden

Others come with ***, as silly as Art Carney

But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney

Never need for 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

Morphous 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

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

Like hail, 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 bitch and a nigga

I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder cases

Desert Storm-in, 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 ***, 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, I knew for sure

Only one kid 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 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 mother***er"

'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)