paroles de chanson Stray Bullet - Organized Konfusion
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
[Nobody
seen
shit,
nobody
heard
it
--
4x]
Verse
two:
prince
poetry
Gun
balls
of
fire,
i'm
travelling
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
*bang*
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?
*bang*
I'm
takin
individual
for
keeps
hobbes
So
peep
the
cops,
in
the
ghetto
bustin
shots
for
props
And
when
i
hit,
shit
*bang
bang
bang
bang*
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,
uhh,
so
take
a
hit
nigga,
sprint
*bang*
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!)
*Pop
pop
pop
pop
pop*
*woman
screams*]
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
![Organized Konfusion - Stress: The Extinction Agenda](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/c/4/5/w/t703ckw54c.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Stress
3 The Extinction Agenda
4 Thirteen
5 Black Sunday
6 Drop Bombs
7 Bring It On
8 Why
9 Let's Organize
10 3-2-1
11 Keep It Koming
12 Stray Bullet
13 Maintain
14 Stress - Remix
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