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Method Man
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Perfect World
First they dropped the bomb Then came the disease 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 trying to throw cub with crooked smiles
Take your kindness for weakness, they pow! 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, see 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 low 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' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Keep it comin' till 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, see 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 the children are the future And Wu-Tang is for the babies!
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