Stray bullet lyrics

Artist  : Organized konfusion 
Song : Stray bullet
 

Verse One: Pharoahe Monche

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
Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay
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, trif-le-ing
When she fell from the seesaw
But umm wait, my course isn`t over
Fled out of the other side of her head towards
a red, Range, Rover, then I ricochet
Fast past a brother`s ass, oh 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 circumfrence to her
face
and an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet *bang*
Dashin, buckin, greet by 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

[Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it -- 4X]

Verse Two: Prince Poetry

Gun balls of fire, I`m travelling 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 polices
in back of the ambulance
Blood loss as I shift across your chest
Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher
shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours *bang*
Now it`s up to the master, boom, as I crash open
the doors
Thank me for 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 keeps Hobbes
so peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for
props
And when I hit, shit *bang bang bang bang*
Soon you forgets-me-not
Cops tried to explain to his pops what I 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
you 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 honies parlay and the DJ`s playin the
Fudge Pudge flow
Five niggaz come up in the club for a rub
[Yo O peep it, oh shit O duck (oh shit!, oh
shit!)
 *pop pop pop pop pop* *woman screams*]
Another hit, another struck
Here comes Mr. Stray Bullet
Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the
screams of the ripped
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 fake shoes is your renaissance
No response your moms is out cold
Figure I`m bigger takin your heart nigga at
twenty years old
Stray Bullet