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 head Mount sinai, 6:15, pronounced dead The news reporter said the a**ailaints fled the city Meanwhile i'm shacked across the street, in some sh**ty-a** 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 f** 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, co*ked 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 f** 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!!!!!!