I never hear anyone talk about this. Been one of my favourite since I first heard it back in the 90s Pharoahe and Poetry are two of the greatest emcees ever
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] 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 Niggas who knew hit the ground running and stay down Except for the kids who play on the playground Cause for some little girl she'll never see more than six years of life Trifleing, 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 circumference to her face And an abundance of brains all over the street Shame how we had to meet bang Dashing, bucking, greet by fucking family They follow behind me in a orderly fashion Bashing through flesh, I'm wild Crashing through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tiles 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 2: Prince Poetry] Great 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 police is in back of the ambulance Blood loss as I shift across your chest Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher 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 taking individual for keeps, Hobbes So peep the cops in the ghetto busting 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've 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 playing the Fudge Pudge flow Five niggas 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 flowing 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 taking your heart nigga at twenty years old Stray bullet
Outstanding
headnod madnesss
Prince Po, love ya but on re-listening after many years the song should have been cut after Monch's verse only.
This song is what led to i gave you power and ultimately me and my girlfriend. respect to pharoahe and OK.
drive bye
The pov of a bullet.. Yeah that's crazy
This song is so sick, it’s like a Pynchon novel with how it plays with perspective
I never hear anyone talk about this. Been one of my favourite since I first heard it back in the 90s
Pharoahe and Poetry are two of the greatest emcees ever
Pharoahe gets his props with people that know him, Prince Po is the true underrated emcee of the duo.
This instrumental is mesmerizing
Underrated duo ever
Unbelievable
I always found the beat to this song to be creepy and haunting.
"Shame how we had to meet."
One of the most underrated songs in hip hop history
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
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
Niggas who knew hit the ground running and stay down
Except for the kids who play on the playground
Cause for some little girl she'll never see more than six years of life
Trifleing, 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 circumference to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet bang
Dashing, bucking, greet by fucking family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashing through flesh, I'm wild
Crashing through the doors of projects hallways to deflect off of the tiles
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 2: Prince Poetry]
Great 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 police is in back of the ambulance
Blood loss as I shift across your chest
Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher
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 taking individual for keeps, Hobbes
So peep the cops in the ghetto busting 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've 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 playing the Fudge Pudge flow
Five niggas 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 flowing 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 taking your heart nigga at twenty years old
Stray bullet
so stray bullet is the root,
I gave you power is the fruit.
Fire
BASS (+lyrics, o' course)
bodega hive
Much Gratitude.
Who's here to listen in 2021
hey tobey bruv
2021 !!
I’m mad this is the first time I am listening to a song of theirs that isn’t Stress. This song is poetry.
IMPROVED LYRICS:
[Verse 1: Pharaoh Monch]
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 causing 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
N** who knew hit the ground runnin' and stayed 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-fl-eling,
when she fell from the seesaw
But umm, wait, my course isn't over
Flat 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 n** say
?
"Aww fuck it", next target's Margaret's face! (BANG)
Aaand 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 (BANG)
Dashin', buckin', greet my, fuckin', family
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion
Bashin' through flesh, I'm wild
Crashin' through the doors of project, hallways to deflect off of the tiles
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-tat-tat-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 2: Prince Poetry]
Great 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 police is in back of the ambulance
Blood loss as I shift across your chest
Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher
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've 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 n****, sprint (BANG)
Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with O
A lot of honeys parlay and the DJ's playin' the Fudge Pudge flow
Five n** 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)
Another hit, another struck
Here comes Mr. Stray Bullet
Filed at the tip, getting my jollies from the screams of the rip
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 n** at twenty years old
Stray bullet
It took a while for me realize this is from the bullet’s perspective.
I've said it before, possibly on this video? Monche's verse on this is simply……it's just…incredible, hard to put into words really.
this some legendary shit