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 fuck 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 fuckin 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

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