Method Man - Perfect World Lyrics
[dialogue]First, they dropped the bombThen came the diseaseThen deathThis our worldYour world, my worldI like this world!Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocksCatch a close up your snot box, broke upLand shark, tryin to post up, reptilesTrying to throw cub with crooked smilesTake your kindness for weakness, yhey foulNew york niggas be lovin how the gun talk, pow!Another underboss pull a doublecrossNiggas aint ready for the holocaust here and nowWant them games people play, catch these bullets over broadwayTwenty-five to life up in rahway get caughtLook deep into the black thought, a holy war is being foughtOn allahs court, my perfect world (if you will)Mr. sandman, bring em a dream, infa-red light beamsHomicide scene, perfect worldBy any means get creamJust dont let it come between you and i, seenEverything is everything in this three ringed, circusPeoples is swift, tryin to work us, lordWith devil worship and satanic versesIt takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yoursHeard when it rains, it poursI came to bring the pain once more (once more)Pedal to the floor, peep the jim crow lawThe big apple, rotten to the coreThese niggaz want war? (give em war)They schemin and i-beamnHitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleaninKeep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murderAt war with them inner demons, its goin downInvasion, u.s.a., spittin roundsIf these shells hit the battleground, pave the wayFor birth of a generation, xSpoken with a project dialect, bomb threatTo the air waves, hit the deckPressed for time in a world lacking sunshineGot love for my family, cause they mineSee niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimesWe gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made upYoung buck, just dont give a *****, pressin they luckWhen they best, best to give it up, perfect worldBaby what? nigga head or gut, them or usWelcome to the dark ages, dirty pagesOf filth, fine filth flavorsDust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashesRight before his eyes, then he passesWhile the 666 got more tricksThan the pds got bricksFrom bloods and cripsTo pips with mintsWe still lickin the scars from whips on slave shipsMr. sandman, bring em a dream, infa-red light beamsHomicide scene, perfect worldBy any means get creamJust dont let it come between you and i, seenEverything is everything in this three ringed, circusPeoples is swift, tryin to work us, lordWith devil worship and satanic versesIt takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yoursUhh.. the children are the futureAnd wu-tang is for the babies!
