Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry)



*bees buzzing*

*man screaming in torture*



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



Verse One: RZA



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, o-ccured 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 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



Verse Two: Inspector Deck



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 fuck wit)



Verse Three: Method Man



Hot time, summer in the city

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