Perfect World
Method Man Lyrics


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[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!

Overall Meaning

Method Man's song "Perfect World" is a complex reflection on the state of humanity and society. Throughout the lyrics, he portrays a world that is chaotic and troubled, with references to nuclear war, disease, and death. Despite this, he still finds some beauty and positivity in this imperfect world, saying "I like this world!".


The first verse portrays a landscape of violence and danger, where people are constantly on guard and using guns to protect themselves. The second verse touches on themes of street violence and the struggle for power, with references to underbosses, double-crosses, and bullets over Broadway. Method Man's vision is bleak and uncompromising, with repeated references to death, Satanism, and "dirty pages / Of filth, fine filth flavors".


However, even amidst this darkness, Method Man still sees hope for the future. He references "the children" as being "the future", and suggests that Wu-Tang Clan is "for the babies". This hints at a belief in the power of youth to create a better world and make positive change. Ultimately, despite the chaos and darkness of the world, Method Man seems to suggest that there is still reason for optimism and hope.


Line by Line Meaning

First they dropped the bomb
The world was ruined by the wars, starting with the dropping of the bomb


Then came the disease
The destruction continued with widespread disease


Then death
The ultimate result of the widespread destruction is death


This our world
This world belongs to all of us


Your world my world
The world belongs to all people, regardless of race or social status


I like this world!
Despite its imperfections, the artist still loves the world and the people in it


Yo on foreign land keep your toast up hot rocks
In unfamiliar territory, be prepared for battle and stay vigilant


Catch a close up your snot box broke up
Be ready to fight and defend yourself at all times


Land shark tryin to post up reptiles
The world is filled with dangerous people, so stay on guard


Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles
Deceptive people will try to take advantage of others


Take your kindness for weakness they foul
Those who appear kind may actually have ulterior motives


New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk POW!
Gun violence seems to be glorified in New York despite its real-life consequences


Another underboss pull a doublecross
Even in organized crime, betrayal is possible and common


Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now
Society is on the brink of destruction and people are not prepared for it


Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway
People's love for entertainment and games will lead them to their own demise


Twenty-five to life up in Rahway get caught
Those who engage in criminal activity will face severe punishment


Look deep into the black thought, a holy war is being fought on Allah's court, my perfect world (if you will)
The artist sees a holy war taking place when he examines the darkest aspects of humanity and looks towards a perfect world


Mr. Sandman bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams Homicide scene, perfect world
Despite the violence and destruction, there is a twisted sense of beauty in the chaos of the world


By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen
The artist wants to achieve financial success, but not at the cost of his relationships with others


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
The chaos and corruption of the world is like a circus, with people constantly trying to take advantage of others through evil means


Heard when it rains, it pours I came to bring the pain once more (once more)
The problems of the world seem to multiply and become even worse during difficult times


Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law The Big Apple, rotten to the core These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR)
People in power often use unjust laws to oppress others, and this leads to conflict and rebellion in society


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
Violent criminals need to be dealt with, and the way to accomplish that is to never stop fighting against them


Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way for birth of a Generation X
The artist believes that if war were to break out in America, it would lead to a new generation of people who are strong and resilient in the face of conflict


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
The artist represents his community and speaks out against the problems plaguing society, and always puts his family first


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
The violence and crime in society is often over petty things, and the artist is determined to succeed despite the odds


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
The artist acknowledges the dark, violent nature of society, and how centuries of oppression and evil continues to affect people in the present day


Uhh.. the children are the future And Wu-Tang is for the babies!
The artist believes in investing in the next generation, and sees himself as a part of a bigger movement to inspire and uplift young people




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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