Besedila: Method Man. 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'
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!