Stray Bullet

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism Which gives a response for the automatic {*bang*} clip To release projectiles in single file Forcing me to ignite, then travel Through the barrel, headed for the light At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight Slow the flow like H₂O water Visualize the scene of a homicide, a slaughter No remorse for the course I take when you pull it The result's a stray bullet Niggas who knew, hit the ground, runnin', and stayed down Except for the kids who played on the playground 'Cause for some little girl, she'll never see more than six years of life Trife–fall–ing – when she fell from the see-saw But, umm... wait – my course isn't over Fled out of the other side of her head, towards a red Range Rover, then I ricocheted fast past some brother's ass Yo, damn, what that nigga say...? Aww, fuck it! Next target's Margaret's face {*bang*} And I struck it Now it's a flood of blood in circumference to her face And an abundance of brains all over the street Shame how we had to meet {*bang*} Dash and Buckin', greet my fuckin' family They follow behind me in a orderly fashion Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild Crashin' through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tile "I'm coming for you, little girl...!" Once inside, I shatter your world; swirl No more dreams, no hopes, when I spray You better pray To the Pope or the Vatican, before I go rat-tat-a-tat again I'm mad again, brother, somebody's mother will be sad again But – whose blue skies will turn grey From the attack of the MAC-11? I'm a stray Bullet [Chorus: Kool G Rap sample, scratched] "Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it" "Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it" {*bang*} "Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it" "Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it" [Verse 2: Prince Poetry] Great balls of fire! I'm traveling at higher speeds To proceed to penetrate flesh Hitting the splint after splitting the chest Of a Queens fiend Age of pagers shredded to pieces From the Glock 9, and it's Hollow tips it releases, the police is in Back of the ambulance Blood loss, as I shift across your chest I rest! Rupture! I'll mess up ya, slash ya I'll bust ya liver – faster, blood pours {*bang*} Now it's up to the master – boom! As they crash open the doors Fading me by spraying the operating room The body still consumes me Doc had to remove me Mmm, Lord, why do they use me? {*bang*} I'm takin' individual for keep, hops So peep–the cops in the ghetto bustin' shots for props And when I hit–shit! {*bang, bang, bang, bang*} Soon, you'll forgets-me-not Cops tried to explain to his pops what I'd done I flip up the hollow tipper and I'm not the one And as a human, I'm the surprising one Prince Po, I flow, The Ripper Either way–ya never, ever know how I'm coming Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence Condensed into a bullet, pull it Now I'm making moves–with no sympathizing, uhh So take a hit, nigga Sprint! {*bang*} Onto the scenario I'm at a party with O.  A lot of honeys parlayin', the DJ's playin' the "Fudge Pudge" flow Five niggas come up in the club for a rub "Yo, O, peep it... oh shit, O – duck!" (Oh shit! Oh shit!) {*gunshots*} {*woman screams*} Another hit! Another struck! Here comes Mr. Stray Bullet – foul to the tip Getting my jollies from the screams, and the rip In your chest, then I flip – nip your liver Blood flowin' like a river Money starts to shiver, then I give a Delivery of burns, bruises Faith chooses your inner thoughts No response – your Moms is out cold Figure, I'm bigger Takin' your heart, nigga At twenty years old – stray bullet!