Текст песни Method Man - Perfect World, слова песни Method Man

Текст песни Method Man - Perfect World

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[Dialogue]First, they dropped the bombThen came the diseaseThen deathThis our worldYour world, my worldI like this world!Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocksCatch a close up your snot box, broke upLand shark, tryin to post up, reptiles Trying to throw cub with crooked smilesTake your kindness for weakness, yhey foulNew York niggas be lovin how the gun talk, POW!Another underboss pull a doublecrossNiggas ain`t ready for the holocaust here and nowWant them games people play, catch these bullets over BroadwayTwenty-five to life up in Rahway get caughtLook deep into the black thought, a holy war is being foughton Allah`s court, my perfect world (if you will)Mr. Sandman, bring `em a dream, infa-red light beamsHomicide scene, perfect worldBy any means get creamJust don`t let it come between you and I, seenEverything is everything in this three ringed, circusPeoples is swift, tryin to work us, lordwith devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yoursHeard when it rains, it poursI came to bring the pain once more (once more)Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow lawThe Big Apple, rotten to the coreThese niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR)They schemin and I-Beam`nHitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleaninKeep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murderAt war with them inner demons, it`s goin downInvasion, U.S.A., spittin roundsIf these shells hit the battleground, pave the wayfor birth of a Generation, XSpoken with a project dialect, bomb threatto the air waves, hit the deckPressed for time in a world lacking sunshineGot love for my family, cause they mineSee niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimesWe gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made upYoung buck, just don`t give a fuck, pressin they luckWhen they best, best to give it up, perfect worldBaby what? Nigga head or gut, them or usWelcome to the dark ages, dirty pages Of filth, fine filth flavorsDust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashesRight 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 shipsMr. Sandman, bring `em a dream, infa-red light beamsHomicide scene, perfect worldBy any means get creamJust don`t let it come between you and I, seenEverything is everything in this three ringed, circusPeoples is swift, tryin to work us, lordwith devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yoursUhh.. the children are the futureAnd Wu-Tang is for the babies!

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Perfect World

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