Stray Bullet Lyrics - Organized Konfusion

Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism 

Which gives a response, for the automatic 

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 

Trifling, 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, "Aw fuck it", next target's Margaret's face 

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, 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 gray 

From the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray bullet 

Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it 

Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it 

Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it 

Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it 

Gun 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 polices in back of the ambulance 

Blood loss as I shift across your chest 

Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher 

Shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours 

Now it's up to the master, boom, as I crash open the doors 

Thank me for spraying the operating room 

The body still consumes me, doc had to remove me 

Mmm Lord, why do they use me? 

I'm takin' individual for keeps Hobbes 

So peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin' shots for props 

And when I hit, shit, soon you forgets-me-not 

Cops tried to explain to his pops what I 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 

You 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, uh, so take a hit nigga, sprint 

Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with O 

A lot of honies parlay and the DJ's playin' the Fudge Pudge flow 

Five niggaz come up in the club for a rub 

Yo, O peep it, oh shit, O duck 

(Oh shit! Oh shit!) 

Another hit, another struck, here comes Mr. Stray Bullet 

Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the ripped 

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 fake shoes is your renaissance 

No response your moms is out cold 

Figure I'm bigger takin' your heart nigga at twenty years old 

Stray bullet