Trilogy

[Intro] I now pronounce you husband and wife You may kiss the bride Act I: [Chorus: Mr. Porter] Cops comin', shots fired Babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change, but This is just my life Cops comin', shots fired Babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change, but This is just my life [Verse: Pharoahe Monch] God, why is my wife bleeding? Sheet covers her face, paramedics are leaving Behind her clothes, it's apparent she's not breathing I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seeing Plus, there's a naked man on my lawn Police in the living room with all of their guns drawn Out, and the last thing I remember is Uh, last thing I remember is I received a text page from Julio Who expressed that I left my cellphone in the studio Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools Next to a six-pack of O'Doul's and some soul food Yeah, and I was on my way home Exit the expressway to use the payphone But fuck it, 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip I sneak the gifts into the house and she'll never expect it Except that though [Chorus: Mr. Porter] Cops comin', shots fired Babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change, but This is just my life Cops comin', shots fired Babies cry, I cry Wishin' I could change, but This is just my life Act II: [Chorus: Dwele] He put the gun in my hand Told me, go take my revenge Killing him won't make it go away It's only gon' bring more pain [Verse: Pharaohe Monch] I tied his hands behind his back to the night-stand, fast Ropes made bruises on his light-skin ass, eh-he-he "See, I can play games too" Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to Now look, see what the game and the fame do? Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew Fuck, man, we grew up together Run-DMC, tougher than leather With the same outfits, forty-deuce Takin' flicks like, "What?" "Shit!" Why did you fuck my wife, man? You should've took my life, man I switched the gun into my right hand The sweat accumulated on his forehead, I saw red, he said *muffled talking* Now was it worth it, man? Was it everything you imagined, was it perfect? [Chorus: Dwele] He put the gun in my hand Told me, go take my revenge (Take my, my, my) Killing him won't make it go away (Won't make it go away, no) It's only gon' bring more pain (More pain) [Instrumental Break] [Chorus: Dwele] He put the gun in my hand And told, told me to go take my revenge (Take my revenge) Killing him won't make it go away, no It's only gon' bring more pain Act III: [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife To have, to hold, to love, to cherish, but Death did us part, what a coincidence Now perhaps the police will be convinced that it was an accident If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence This motherfucker says, passing up my residence And to believe those files set a precedence From the start, it should've been obvious it never did Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence Was carried out with such masterful excellence And the sadistic way you rip my heart It was natural to transform murder into art And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry Three-sixty-five days to the date that we was married Thoughts of how I would achieve the murder would vary We're closer than ever, together we'll be buried 'cause [Chorus: Tone] Evil eyes that bide, how they go you so much Why do we, what did they see? I just lost control, had to let you go I cry 'cause slowly you try, so slowly you die [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Buried alive in the grave, too exhausted to climb out Before dirt was tossed on me, come to find out An old friend of mine, she sleeping with committed the crime In the past three years, switched identities six times And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty They plotted on my publishing checks and royalties She thinking it's true love, he's scamming her for the guap Got alone to devise my own intuitive plot Put the prose on him, launched the probe on him And I haunt him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him Cornered him, now his mission is aborted You are about to be professionally extorted Guess we all 'bout to murder tonight Miss Pretty Brown Eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight Do it and bounce, the keys to the crib You'll find under the mat in the front of the house Just do it, word out [Chorus: Tone] Evil eyes that bide, how they go you so much Why do we, what did they see? I just lost control, had to let you go I cry 'cause slowly you try, so slowly you die