* knock at the door *
[mayor] jesus christwho is it? !? !
[dapig] officer fleming!
[mayor] come in! heygood morninghow ya doin?
[dapig] good morning your honor
[mayor] want a donut?
[dapig] uhhno thank you
[mayor] what are you doin with that shotgun * last two words slow down *
* a burst of gunshots *
[pharoahe monch]
In short was that I had shot himseveral times in the head
Mount sinai6:15pronounced dead
The news reporter said the assailaints fled the city
Meanwhile I’m shacked across the streetin some
Shitty-ass hotelwaitin til things get a little quiet
Dunn I could try to bouncebut now why should I even try it?
The riot that ensuedI 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 himroastwhen I put the toast to him
Dangerousthe most heinous crimes have been committed
Through painless meansmore famous lives have been acquitted
To hell he wentbentsentgovernment issues
With my initial in printahwe’ll never miss you
In the streetsunderstanding that you made it hard to eat
Complete the cypherormake ends meet
Twenty-five years my father spent hard labor you suspended him
From the forceplaced his head beneath the pendulum
Periphreal vision nowdoorknob shiftin
Optical illusion or the coke that I’m sniffin
Thinkprimal instinctmaybe it’s me
Hit the lights must hit the floor simul-taneously
Seems as though this is manifested through some amazin dream
Dazed cops entered the room with guns and lazer beams
But dazed it seems we blast atone another
Bullets hit the chest of thisblack undercover
My last minutes on earthdrop say a prayer
Fuck it if I’m gonna die at least I shot the mayor!
I feelpain and sorrow
My heart’shard and hollow
I can’t go onto see tomorrow (2x)
[pharoahe monch]
Walked out the room staggerindagger in my back
Dazed wagglin my legimagin I’m not afraid
Grazed and bruisedamazed at who’s surroundin
Cop gunscocked backswat teamsastoundin
From rooftopstroops glock to smack my melon
Felonseargenat yellin for me to come out like ellen
Propellin walked through the lobby and the front door
Packin hand grenades and strapped with c-4
The more swinethe merrierharrier jets overhead
Ready to riddle my body with bullets of lead
A dead man walkingdestination devil’s lair
Fuck it if I’m gonna die at least I shot the mayor!
I feelpain and sorrow
My heart’shard and hollow
I can’t go onto see tomorrow
Oohi’vegone too far
Canturnback no more
Hell.. open your door!!!!!!