I Can't Go to Sleep Songtext

von Wu-Tang Clan

[Ghostface
Killah]
Your technique is ill son, watch how I spill one
Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches
House niggas, children watches, they produce the same terror and
Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies
Here to squeek the cracks in guns, in the early 80's
For those that murder me, shall stand before God
To fall at the hands of faith and out comes the Lord
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring
It back
What the fuck is going on? I can't go to sleep
Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep
Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep
Ish bowl, two sixes, twice, how could we go to sleep?
Aiyo we deep in the stands, we carry can guns
Whippy got, hit him with the big shit, bong bong
That bastard he was mine, then pass the leak spot
Don't pass ya niggas, nigga, you took a cheap shot
Now know with fuckin wit me, you get your meat chop
You thought we throw in our face, you think the beef stop
Call on Italians, call on the ambulence
You better smile my nigga, you on Candid Cam
Gangster broad, thieves be the laws, walk with big balls
Nigga muthafuckin you that heighten take what's with yours
I'm the nigga that made you man
When your rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a
Hand

[Isaac Hayes]
Don't kill your brother, learn to love each other
Don't get mad, cuz it ain't that bad
Wonder who you are, you come so far
It's in your head, just be a man
Get the jelly out ya spine, cobwebs hidin mine

[RZA]
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
He shot them father in his moms buildin seven times
And shot Malcolm in the chest, one of his little seeds
Jessie watches as they shot Kim on the balcony
It's sportin markers, garden berry tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers
Oh Jack, Liz you heard the rifle shots cracklin
Her husband head in her hand, you tried to put it back in
America's watchin, blood stains, inks blots in
Smoke it, to bud it, this caulprit, intrigratin Shaolin
And strip science, the body, this is Trick Island
And try to keep a display, this still sprayed by diamonds
Walkin thru Park Hill drunk as a fuck
Lookin around like-- these Devils so many to break this world
Down
They got me trapped up in the metal gate
Ya stressed out with hate and this gives me no time to relax
And use my mind to meditate, what should I do?
Grab a blunt or a brew, grab a two-two and run out there
Bitch, this fuckin violence to you
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son, I--

[Isaac Hayes] *starts on RZA's fourth to last line*
Don't let the game make you lose ya head
You should be callin the shots instead
The power is in your head, stop all this cryin and be a man