Mayor

[Intro]

{*knock at the door*}

[Mayor] Jesus Christ, who is it?!?!

[DaPIG] Officer Fleming!

[Mayor] Come in! Hey, good morning, how ya doin'?

[DaPIG] Good morning, Your Honor

[Mayor] Want a donut?

[DaPIG] Uhh, no thank you

[Mayor] What are you doin' with that shotgun...? {*last two words slow down*}

{*a burst of gunshots*}

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]

And so it was that I had shot him–several times in the head

Mount Sinai, 6:15, pronounced dead

The news reporter said the assailaints fled the city

Meanwhile, I'm shacked across the street, in some shitty-ass

Hotel, waiting 'til things get a little quiet

Dunn, I could try to bounce, but nah, why should I even try it?

The riot that ensued – I viewed bird's-eye, 

Fifteen floors up, behind the curtains, in the nude

Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to him

Boast to him, roast, when I put the toast to him

Dangerous, the most heinous crimes have been committed

Through painless means, more famous lives have been acquitted

To hell he went – bent, sent, government issues

With my initial in print, ah, we'll never miss you

In the streets, understanding that you made it hard to eat, 

Complete the cypher, or, make ends meet

Twenty-five years, my father spent hard labour, you suspended him

From the force, placed his head beneath the pendulum

Peripheral vision now – doorknob shiftin'

Optical illusion, or the coke that I'm sniffin'

Think, primal instinct – maybe it's me?

Hit the lights, plus hit the floor simul-taneously

Seems as though this is manifested through some amazing dream

Dazed, cops entered the room with guns and laser beams

For days, it seems, we blast at one another

Bullets hit the chest of this Black undercover

My last minutes on Earth – drop, say a prayer

Fuck it, if I'm gonna die, at least I shot the Mayor!

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & female singer]

I feel pain and sorrow

My heart's hard and hollow

I can't go on to see tomorrow

I feel pain and sorrow

My heart's hard and hollow

I can't go on to see tomorrow

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

Walked out the room staggerin', dagger in my back

Dazed, wagglin' my leg, imaginin' I'm not afraid

Grazed and bruised, amazed at who's surroundin'

Cop guns–cocked back, SWAT teams – astoundin'

From rooftops, troops plot to snipe my melon

Felon – Sergeant yellin' for me to come out, like Ellen

Compellin' walk through the lobby and the front door

Packin' hand grenades, and strapped with C-4

The more swine, the merrier; Harrier jets overhead, 

Ready to riddle my body with bullets of lead

A dead man walking, destination–devil's lair

Fuck it, if I'm gonna die, at least I shot the Mayor!

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & female singer]

I feel pain and sorrow

My heart's hard and hollow

I can't go on to see tomorrow

Whew – I've gone too far

Can't turn back no more

Please... – open your door!!!!!!