Artist: RZA Album: Insomnia (S) Song: Insomnia (Premix) (I'm Back) Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: RZA] One-two.. yo.. Yo.. yo.. yo.. yo.. yo Yo.. yo.. [RZA] 280 grains of gun powder stuffed inside the cartridge Split ya wig, drive you off the Gotham's Bridge Wild like a finger of Hercura Scholastic type brain like Aken Handsurdera I've got wolves that'll murder ya for a veggie burner Spaghetti heads, meet the heavy burner I put a oodle up in ya noodle Then I head to the dread spot for a bag of that doodoo Black photographic, I don't know no magic But I know how to hold a full automatic Add a nickel to it son if you have to add it Better make sure ya kevlaar is steel padded One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I've got beaucoup cess Get beaucoup from best bitches plus I shoot through vests Drive Fast Cars, crash bars at 5 AM Stash jars of hash inside the backyard [Chorus: girl (RZA)] Come on Bobby Let's lay down and let's get some sleep (Word) Bobby.. come here baby Lay down, let's get some sleep [RZA] I can't sleep like a child on Christmas Eve Like a tender head girl in a shop gettin' a weave Like a woman in labor about to produce the seed Or Method Man with Playstation and an ounce of weed Some say it's hard to distinguish, cuz my form of broken English when spoken, the light I provide it cannot be extinguished or eclipsed by a 1000 moons, I stay in tune And praise the Most High past the day of their doom I squeeze black rubber grip 22 D's on the rims Squeal out, leavin' black rubber skids, other kids couldn't match to the old Pistol Pete pop, beast stop The heat pops, you better get your mother kid This is Bad News Bears like Eddie Munster, I keep a dragon under my stairs Plus a gun in my hat, ain't no runnin' from that Ain't no runnin' with that pack The poison apple, dunn, I crush Kings Get my daily protein from rice and crushed beans Leap over a fierce MC in a single bounce Detect the name of a song from a single sound You get blown from a single round of a tre-pound, last wiz you heard was that single sound BLAP! Now you flame tingles, you don't want to mingle around Check it son, I raise ya Sun ya get burnt in a twinkle In the spin of a rim goin' 80,000 RPM Girls be like, nah be him, that grilly be sparkin' shit And give these other dogs ideas they be barkin' with Whether landin' airplanes or parkin' whips Sippin' on that Goose or sparkin' spliffs I put ya head in a vicegrip Have my man tag the W with a ice pick Buy ya girl a pair of nice tits So you know that I keep all my ho's in some nice shit Tell ya moms I said nice lips And she must've been bustin' ya ass cuz her hands had a nice grip And tell ya pops get off that Ike shit Or I'ma go across his mothafuckin' head on some old pipe shit Y'all jump like some Mexican beans I move with the most excellent team We invested in jeans and we invested in teens [Chorus]