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