Stray Bullet - Organized Konfusion

Verse One: Pharoahe Monche 

Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism 
Which gives a response  for the automatic *bang* 
Clip to release projectiles in single 
file forcing me to ignite then travel 
through the barrel  headed for the light 
At the end of a tunnel  with no specific target in sight 
Slow the flow like H2O water 
Visualize  the scene of a homicide  a slaughter 
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 
Now it's a flood of blood in circumfrence to her face 
and an abundance of brains all over the street 
Shame how we had to meet *bang* 
Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family 
They follow behind me in a orderly fashion 
Bashin through flesh I'm wild 
Crashin through the doors of projects hallways 
to deflect off of the tile 
I'm coming for you little girl 
Once inside I shatter your world 
Swirl, no more dreams no hopes when I spray 
You better pray, to the Pope or the Vatican 
Before I go rat-tat-a-tat again 
I'm mad again brother somebody's mother will be sad again 
but, whose blue skies will turn grey 
from the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet 

[Nobody seen shit, nobody heard i