Organized Konfusion - Mayor Lyrics
* 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 headMount sinai, 6:15, pronounced deadThe news reporter said the assailaints fled the cityMeanwhile Im shacked across the street, in someShitty-ass hotel, waitin til things get a little quietDunn I could try to bounce, but now why should I even try it?The riot that ensued, I viewed birds-eyeFifteen floors up behind the curtains in the *****Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to himBoast to him, roast, when I put the toast to himDangerous, the most heinous crimes have been committedThrough painless means, more famous lives have been acquittedTo hell he went, bent, sent, government issuesWith my initial in print, ah, well never miss youIn the streets, understanding that you made it hard to eatComplete the cypher, or, make ends meetTwenty-five years my father spent hard labor you suspended himFrom the force, placed his head beneath the pendulumPeriphreal vision now, doorknob shiftinOptical illusion or the coke that Im sniffinThink, primal instinct, maybe its meHit the lights must hit the floor simul-taneouslySeems as though this is manifested through some amazin dreamDazed cops entered the room with guns and lazer beamsBut dazed it seems we blast at, one anotherBullets hit the chest of this, black undercoverMy last minutes on earth, drop say a prayer***** it if Im gonna die at least I shot the mayor!I feel, pain and sorrowMy hearts, hard and hollowI cant go on, to see tomorrow (2x)[pharoahe monch]Walked out the room staggerin, dagger in my backDazed wagglin my leg, imagin Im not afraidGrazed and bruised, amazed at whos surroundinCop guns, *****ed back, swat teams, astoundinFrom rooftops, troops glock to smack my melonFelon, seargenat yellin for me to come out like ellenPropellin walked through the lobby and the front doorPackin hand grenades and strapped with c-4The more swine, the merrier, harrier jets overheadReady to riddle my body with bullets of leadA dead man walking, destination devils lair***** it if Im gonna die at least I shot the mayor!I feel, pain and sorrowMy hearts, hard and hollowI cant go on, to see tomorrowOoh, ive, gone too farCan, turn, back no moreHell.. open your door!!!!!!
