[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 play 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 an 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 gray
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!
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