Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mayor, artist - Pharoahe Monch. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mayor |
| Jesus Christ, who is it!!! |
| Officer Fleming! |
| Come in! |
| Hey, good morning, how ya doin? |
| Good morning Your Honor |
| Want a donut? |
| Uhh, no thank you |
| What are you doin with that shotgun * last two words slow down * |
| And so it 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-ass 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 |
| For days it seems we blast at, one another |
| Bullets hit the chest of this, black undercover |
| My last minutes on earth, drop say a prayer |
| Fuck 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) |
| 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 |
| Fuck 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!!! |