Текст песни Shot The Angel - Crucifix_X1 feat. ZEKE AR

Yeah
Shot the angel
They are hateful
Can't be playful
So I shot the angel
Yeah, I shot the angel
Shot the angel
They are hateful
Can't be playful
Shot the angel

My apologies
I shot the Angel now we're falling in
A huge problem cause I can't stop sinning I go to the maximum
The Angel over on the ground, shot em in the abdomen
Some say my flows are like a pathogen
Cause once you get it you ain't coming out
From the dark it's my hunting grounds
Become a shadow your hearts pumping now
Everybody trying to cross the threshold
But my sins echo
Cause I got the best flow
The one that they try to test though
They try to get a foothold
But I'm perched up with a sniper the wrong one to oppose

They try to parallel
My flows, but I go up in decibels
Keep getting louder, round and round like a carousel
All charged up call me Duracell

Try to match this flow
Get hit though
Pistol
You can't be no ditto
I'm the only one that shoots missiles
Cooking something in the kitchen, bistro
Shoot bullets at me I eat those
Shoot them back don't miss yo
Get thrown into the void, limbo
Try to make me zero
I go akimbo
Because you duelled with someone when death is what they bestow

Shot the angel
Yeah I shot the angel
They are hateful
They can't be playful
Yeah, shot the angel
Shot the angel
Shot the angel
Cause they are hateful

When you shot it
Rip the heart out put it in your pocket
When he tried to intimidate, he got bodied
I ain't in it for the bands, for the money
Same time, spitting bars ain't a hobby
Now I guess that I am in it for the money
I could throw a verse for a pretty penny
I just keep my head down, getting ready
I ain't running out of flows, I got plenty
Got me going real fast like your twenties
How many songs I got?
About twenty
I can beat around the bush all you like
But nobody round here and I'm about ready
When I said what I said didn't mean it
But before you shoot the bullet, got to clean it
But the bullet came out, I done seen it
I was shaking, he said chill man, easy
Let the shot off, pierced sky, its soaring
I didn't fake it, lying still, couldn't believe it
No regrets, lying still, that boy was a demon
Don't help him, better leave it
Talk about a heart getting cold, I'm freezing
I could bump round, sun down like thief
Getting good seats uh
Save my seat uh
Look at my reach buh
I need more beats on which I talk about beats
I hit a producer, we should talk about beats
I know I'm young seventeen, but I'm decent
Got to admit it, I been popping them to pieces
Sad to see Im elevating, I been up and you afraid to move
Cause I do, what you afraid to do
Got it in me
The killer in me
I shot the angel
I'm starting to hate them
What I didn't do was save it
I regret not saving
Cause my dad once told me, it ain't free if you got to pay for it

Shot the angel
Shot the angel
Starting to hate them
Shot the angel
Shot the angel, shot the angel
Yeah starting to hate them
Yeah I shot them