Mr. Sandman Songtext
von Three Times Dope

Mr. Sandman
Mr. Sandman

Funkiness, it′s like freedom of the fresh
Words to be heard, and openly express
Come strong, wax like Mr. Clean
Do work, and step off the scene
Rhythmic radiance, givin' that extra
To make things look smooth and have texture
Like a winter coat made of Cashmere
I get foot loose and yo I do what′s unsere 
Got style on a plate and vibrate the earth
True to what I do you get ya money's worth
And when it's time to get mine, it′s rhymes I present
I do it like it′s my last willin' testament
So don′t try to step on my song it won't fit ya
It′ll puzzle ya like Ancient Rome scripture
Wanna break it down, but ya can't understand
But if it′s weak, I put it to sleep
Call me The Sandman


Sandman, bring me a drink
Mr. Sandman, bring me a drink
Mr. Sandman, bring me a drink
Mr. Sandman, bring me a drink

How I wonder where the EmCeez are
They can't be far, so twinkle twinkle little star
Show me where they hang on the street
So I can lay 'em on down to sleep
And if once you pass away before, the break
I put a Mr. Acknickulous′s soul to tape
To the land of unfortunate problems
A government, with a pure money greed with challenge
Now I get loose and kick a mother goose jingle
Ring all gifted, oh man, Kris Kringle
I see ya drinkin′ pop after pop
A Maxwell house, your eyes are'll blood shot
Fear for all afraid of my sinister plot
But Mother Nature called me and that′s when you get got
Young whore, you shoulda drank from the can
So now you take a little nap, to sap, call me the Sandman


Sandman, bring me a drink
Mr. Sandman, bring me a drink
Mr. Sandman, bring me a drink
Mr. Sandman, bring me a drink

Now when EmCeez get smart with me, or get hard with me
Havin' the gall to think they can brawl with me
That′s when I get dumber
No fightin', no fuss, just sleep with us you′ll end slumber
EmCeez wanna play me close, I play closest
Snap my hands like a utter hypnosis
And here's what I want ya to do
As I sedate your man, or stay, for a few
He's back in rap, take a load off Jack
Combine your mind, become one with the track
What makes ya call yourself a competition?
Your insomniac, you watch too much television
Your over doing with your 9 to 5
As it′s a cannibal, and it′s eatin' you alive
Indeed, your screws need to be tightened
Now while I count to 3 you′ll await and start bitin'
Choose to, and you will be a microphone ducker
You wanna box? Sleep tight you sucker!
′Cause they dream when they good my man
And if ya do, you get another blizzard from the Sandman
Now what I just said was straight and to the point
Now I'm finished and I′m done, I'm outta this joint

Sandman, bring me a drink
Sandman, bring me a drink
Sandman, bring me a drink
Mr. Sandman, bring me a drink