Method Man

Method Man - Perfect World lyrics

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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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Author: Clifford Smith (2), Robert Diggs

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)

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