* 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 *



[Pharoahe Monch]

In short 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, waitin til things get a little quiet

Dunn I could try to bounce, but now 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 labor you suspended him

from the force, placed his head beneath the pendulum

Periphreal vision now, doorknob shiftin

Optical illusion or the coke that I'm sniffin

Think, primal instinct, maybe 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 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!



I feel, pain and sorrow

My heart's, hard and hollow

I can't go on, to see tomorrow (2X)



[Pharoahe Monch]

Walked out the room staggerin, dagger in my back

Dazed wagglin my leg, imagin I'm not afraid

Grazed and bruised, amazed at who's surroundin

Cop guns, cocked back, SWAT teams, astoundin

From rooftops, troops glock to smack my melon

Felon, Seargenat 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 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!



I feel, pain and sorrow

My heart's, hard and hollow

I can't go on, to see tomorrow

Ooh, I've, gone too far

Can, turn, back no more

Hell.. open your door!!!!!!