ORGANIZED KONFUSION “STRAY BULLET”
When it was Prince Po and Pharoahe Monch’s turn to take a shot at the metaphor, the Long Island pair went even deeper. Not only did they speak from the perspective of a bullet, but they took things a step further by exploring the path of a stray bullet, which often times never hits its intended target. The result: a social commentary on street violence.
Lyrical bullet: “No remorse for the course I take when you pull it/The result’s a stray bullet/Niggaz who knew hit the ground runnin’ and stay 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-le-ing/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.”
PHAROAHE MONCH “WHEN THE GUN DRAWS”
While this is a dope song, I was actually kind of disappointed with Monch for double-dipping on the concept. Sure, there was a 16-year gap between songs, but basically doing another song from the perspective of a bullet came off as a bit lazy to me. But, like I said, the song was still hot—I just wish he came from a different angle.
Lyrical bullet: “Good evening, my name’s Mr. Bullet/I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger/So make a note, take a vote/Quick man, nickname’s Quaker Oates ’cause/Whether domestic violence or coke deals/See how less has changed brain matter to oatmeal/And when I kill kids they say, ‘Shame on me’/Who the fuck told you to put they names on me?”