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Method Man - Perfect World lyrics
[Dialogue] First, they dropped the bomb Then came the disease Then death This our world Your world, my world I like this world! 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 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! |
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