Mr Sandman

[Alc 99%]

Hi to everybody!

I have some question about this song lyric:

In first verse RZA say:

1)[But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney ] - what he mean?

2) [layin phat trax on Ampex] - ???

Somebody help!

[tacle]

I can't help you out, but they lyrics, enjoy 'em, who cares really.

Someone tell this dude what them lyrics mean.

[Unforgiven]

RZA apparently has alot of kids, so I'm sure tetley refers to teabag refers to his junk and his love for pussy...

[venex]

"layin' fat tracks on ampex"


I think he means that he is makin' fat (incredible, nice) beats on ampex, and I think Ampex is a machine that producers use...

not sure though...


so basically he's saying that's makin' ill beats...

[MASTER PAI MEI]

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

Verse One: RZA

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, o-ccured 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

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

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)

Verse Three: Method Man

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...

Verse Four: Street Thug

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

Verse Five: Carlton Fisk

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)

[Luz]

lol, I always thought he said "...my technique tranquilises more kids than Barney."

[Wu-tang Fan]

Excuse me, but I don't think they really drink tea in America, so I doubt Rza would know about Tetley, which is highly British.

[venex]

^^^the RZA drinks tea instead of coffee...


because it's healthier, so I do think he knows Tetley...

[Alc 99%]

Hmm...

[Blitz]

Verse One: RZA

Lyrical shots from the glock
bust bullet holes on the CHARTS I want the number one spot
With the science, of a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed it
Programmed the jams to be mad as Ralph Cramden
Others come with shit, its silly and all Corney
But my TECHNIQUE TRANQUILISES, more kids than Barney
Never need for stress there's three bags of sess
a DAY IN MY 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
PUFFIN SKUNK, gettin drunk, off a Triple X
Violent time, I got more love than valentines
The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine

Verse Two: Inspector Deck

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 INSIDE MY PORES
and I be raw, for four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
like JAIL, electrifying the third rail
BEATS ARE smash with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit)

Verse Three: Method Man

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...

Verse Four: Street Thug

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

Verse Five: Carlton Fisk

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 KICK would knock the hinges off the door
The DRED 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 DRED 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)[/quote]

[Unforgiven]

^^^the RZA drinks tea instead of coffee...


because it's healthier, so I do think he knows Tetley...

Watch Coffee & Cigarettes, RZA & GZA drop knowledge on Bill mothafuckin' Murray about caffiene....

[famenchuan]

Rza probably drinks Green Tea because he is all into the asian culture.

[Alc 99%]

Tnx to all!

Blitz! Thx, man.
I think your version more correct.

But one thing...

[Others come with shit, as silly as Art Carney] - maybe this correct?

Because Ralph Cramden and Art Carney from one tv-comedy...

And another question:

[I blast with a silent nine] - "silent nine" - what is it?

[Unforgiven]

You hit the Art Carney on the dot and the silent nine is refering to a gun, a silenced 9mm to be exact I believe.

[Mumm Ra]

lol, I always thought he said "...my technique tranquilises more kids than Barney."

yeah I thought that was obvious too...