Mr. Sandman
Method Man Lyrics


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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

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, occurred 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

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)

Hot time, summer in the city
My people represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me flippin
I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder cases
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis
As I run a mile with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet
Peace to the number seven
Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
I don't know what's going on
If you can take us there...

Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggaz best to be careful crossin
The street, before they end up layin in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however
Peep this, my nigga Case lives forever

What evil lurks in the heart of men?
It be the shadow, street-life, flowin again
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure
Only one kid would knock the hinges off the door
The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec
Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it
Niggaz said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other
And I'm out





(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)

Overall Meaning

In Method Man's song "Mr. Sandman," the lyrics portray a gritty and violent lifestyle as a means of survival. The chorus, "Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream," is ironically paired with lyrics about shooting and killing to become number one in the rap game. The opening lines, "Lyrical shots from the glock, Bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spot," showcase the dangerous and cutthroat nature of this world. The song also alludes to the struggles facing New York City and the systemic violence that perpetuates it. The line "brutal like domestic violence" highlights the reality of domestic abuse that is often overlooked and ignored. Method Man's lyrics suggest that his music and style are defiant against the status quo, as seen in the line "New York defiant."


Furthermore, Method Man's intricate wordplay and cultural references make the song a deeply layered commentary on society. Lines like "Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in" allude to pop culture and movie references while still showcasing Method Man's confident and hard-hitting style. The lyrics also reference hip-hop culture and the Wu-Tang Clan's place within that culture. The line "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" highlights the aggressive and unapologetically raw nature of hardcore hip-hop.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, JASON HUNTER, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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@miscellaneouslyric

this track is so raw all emcees killed it , one of my favorite joints from this album, this instrumental , jesus

"Hot time, summer in the city
My people represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me flippin
I don't give a f_ck tell that b!tch and a nigga
I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder cases
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis
As I run a mile with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet
Peace to the number seven
Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
I don't know what's going on
If you can take us there..."



@godsson33

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)...nuff said deck killed this joint! Long live true hip hop.



All comments from YouTube:

@hugostaks7489

We always come back to the classics donโ€™t we ? ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@cualpha06

๐Ÿ’ฏ!!!

@Strider-Ragnarok

I just love the constant background noises which keeps the feel of the song sounding nightmarish. The amount of little details RZA adds to his beats still amazes me.

@sagittariusman9307

Diary of a madman has the same vibe

@DONTCALLMETHAT

Yooooo I thought it was just me

@theblackdepths7322

@Sagittarius Man Prince Paul did "Diary of a Madman" but I believe RZA and/or RNS bought him the loop and Paul made it on the EPS

@hugonubario

you are spot on!
you feel insecure just by hearing it!
it's like you will be beat up endlessly with no chance of escape

@zoner41der53

Exactly lol

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@fsmast1

Watching my son having the same reaction to Carlton Fiskโ€™s verse as I did the first time I heard it!!
Priceless

@SKILER415

Who is he

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