ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Stray Bullet lyrics

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Verse one: pharoahe monche<br><br>Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism<br>Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang*<br>Clip to release projectiles in single<br>File forcing me to ignite then travel<br>Through the barrel, headed for the light<br>At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight<br>Slow the flow like h2o water<br>Visualize, the scene of a homicide, a slaughter<br>No remorse for the course I take when you pull it<br>The result's a stray bullet<br>Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin and stay down<br>Except for the kids who played on the playground<br>Cause for some little girl she'll never see<br>More than six years of life, trif-le-ing<br>When she fell from the seesaw<br>But umm wait, my course isn't over<br>Fled out of the other side of her head towards<br>A red, range, rover, then I ricochet<br>Fast past a brother's ass, oh damn, what that nigga say<br>Aww fuck it, next target's margaret's face *bang*<br>And I struck it<br>Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face<br>And an abundance of brains all over the street<br>Shame how we had to meet *bang*<br>Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family<br>They follow behind me in a orderly fashion<br>Bashin through flesh I'm wild<br>Crashin through the doors of projects hallways<br>To deflect off of the tile<br>I'm coming for you little girl<br>Once inside I shatter your world<br>Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray<br>You better pray, to the pope or the vatican<br>Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again<br>I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again<br>But, whose blue skies will turn grey<br>From the attack, of the mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet<br><br>[nobody seen shit, nobody heard it -- 4x]<br><br>Verse two: prince poetry<br><br>Gun balls of fire, I'm travelling at higher speeds<br>To proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the splint<br>After splitting the chest of a queens fiend<br>Age of pagers shredded to pieces from the glock 9<br>And it's hollow tips, it releases the polices<br>In back of the ambulance<br>Blood loss as I shift across your chest<br>Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher<br>Shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours *bang*<br>Now it's up to the master, boom, as I crash open the doors<br>Thank me for spraying the operating room<br>The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me<br>Mmm lord, why do they use me? *bang*<br>I'm takin individual for keeps hobbes<br>So peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin shots for props<br>And when I hit, shit *bang bang bang bang*<br>Soon you forgets-me-not<br>Cops tried to explain to his pops what I done<br>I flip up the hollow tipper and I'm not the one<br>And as a human I'm the surprising one<br>Prince po I flow the ripper, either way<br>You never, ever know how I'm coming<br>Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence<br>Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now I'm making moves<br>With no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit nigga, sprint *bang*<br>Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with o<br>A lot of honies parlay and the dj's playin the fudge pudge flow<br>Five niggaz come up in the club for a rub<br>[yo o peep it, oh shit o duck (oh shit!, oh shit!)<br>*pop pop pop pop pop* *woman screams*]<br>Another hit, another struck<br>Here comes mr. stray bullet<br>Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped<br>In your chest, then I flip<br>Nip your liver, blood flowin like a river<br>Money starts to shiver then I give a delivery of burns<br>Bruises fake shoes is your renaissance<br>No response your moms is out cold<br>Figure I'm bigger takin your heart nigga at twenty years old<br>Stray bullet