Pharoahe Monch — 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 assailaints fled the city Meanwhile
I'm shacked across the street in, some Shitty-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
k**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 F
k**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
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Songwriters: Jamerson, Troy Donald / Stone, Lee
Mayor lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.