[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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] til they [bad word]  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 [bad word]  pressin they luck 
When they best, best to give it up, perfect world 
Baby what? [bad word] head or gut, them or us  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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!