Stray Bullet Lyrics

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 f**k 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 f**kin 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, sh*t *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 sh*t 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