Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Perfect World
[Method Man]
First, they dropped the bomb (Adrieeennnnnnnne!)
Then came the disease (Oh god)
Then death
This is 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
Tryin to throw cub with crooked smiles
Take your kindness for weakness, they 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 the games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway
25 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
Infrared light beams, homicide scene
Perfect world
By any means get CREAM
Just don't let it come between you and I scene
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 rain it pour
I came to bring the pain once more (once more)
Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crowe law
The Big Apple rotten to the core
These niggaz want war, give em war!
They schemin and eye-beamin
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
Empty shells hit the battleground, pave the way
For birth of a Generation X
Spoken with a project dialect
Bomb threat to the airwaves, hit the deck
Pressed for time in a world lackin sunshine
Got love for my family cause they mine
See niggaz dyin 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 bet's 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
Why the 666 got more tricks than the PD's got bricks
From bloods and crips to pimps with mints
We still lickin the scars from whips on slave ships
Mr. Sandman bring em a dream
Infrared light beams, homicide scene
Perfect world
By any means get CREAM
Just don't let it come between you and I scene
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
Uh, uh, the children are the future
And Wu-Tang is for the babies
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