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!