Angel with an Uzi Songtext

von Montana of 300

Like if GOD had wrote the bible
This is straight from the mouth of the person who made these verses
Can't change the words on this album
I'm loading my gun while reading
48 laws of powers, that rapper that taughtcha how to acknowledge the higher power
Not eatin bullshit they feeding us
I duck it like Robert Towson
I'm the son that he's proud of that's linking you like a browser
They beat you therefore you coward
Slave owners is who you [?]
I'm on a whole nother level Vegeta gon need a scouter
I am the hottest outchea don't need a label to voucher
I'm wilder than Rottweiler that's high off that gunpowder
Came from the dirt like a flower fuck nigga don't ever doubt us
My Regulators going mount up and wet you up like a shower
Fly high as the Lord allows us
While keeping fuck shit from around us
The flyest killers you know like them pilots of Twin Towers
I'm getting guala, I'm getting hotter, my future Blazin
The lava flowing I gotta go in
I'm too impatient
I'm cold as hell like I'm cool with Satan
I'm too amazing
I've been in my glow like a Super Saiyan you used to hating
Forever Hustlin might catch me in heaven selling spirits
If you saw my bitch you swear that's an angel in heaven missing
Bars so hot you would think I sat in the devil's prison
They say Jesus is coming I'm starting to think that he'll never visit
If you are listening you are witnessing an exorcism
The best description is heaven sent him he is blessed with rhythm
Father to my sons
I can never be no deadbeat and
Still salutin pops cuz I'll never forgot who fed me
Pain is what prepare me
Struggle ain't never scared me
Beef with anybody I love my nigga you dead meat
And I don't mean to brag but part of me is like the Red Sea
And I ain't grocery shopping but I'll be where the bread be
I got this rap shit on lock that's why they dread me
Ask Satan who you fear most of all and that nigga said me
Bitch I'm so mother fucking cold I can summon soul
And I can make this summer cold
Flow go dumb as Cole
I get more money on the road then a fuckin tow
Like strippers catch me with that dough and that fuckin pole
Sliding on them like a debit
I'm training shoot like I'm Reddick
I'll lay you down like some edges and show you pussies what wet is
I studied you
Did my research learn how you work like a medic
Come out the cut with the choppa
I take shit out when I edit
I'll shoot yo ass like a movie and then I'll roll like the credit
I put in work on my own with my middle name Cal Aesthetics
I remember when I was starving
Remember when I was broke
Remember hating that feeling
Didnt want to feel it no more
I remember bagging up dope and selling it like a boat
Wasn't worry about getting poked had nina under my coat
Remember when y'all were sleeping Remember when I was woke
I was up perfecting my flow now
I'm getting bread by the loaf
The same ones that used to divide us edit Bibles to blind us
Beat us, kill, and deprived us and we going to let him guide us
They best disguise as a book
You know they demise us
You wanna rise up nigga you better wise up
You think for a GOD like he hiding but he's inside us
Wakes us up everyday but you still ain't opened your eyes up
I can provide the truth for you
Even provide the proof for you
Stupid folks ain't going to get it
You stick with who tie noose for us
The same ones who tied a the knot and put the rope up
Been telling lies to get the common people hopes up
Everything they printed you chose to soak up
The jokes up they ain't fear us until we woke up
My 40 on me plus GOD with me I ain't alone
Yes I'm that nigga they hate it on
Heart made of stone
That came a long way taking losses but staying strong
Said I wouldn't make it but they was wrong my paper long
Picasso of any canvas i ever painted on Yhey play my song and debate upon my greatest poems
Now that the kids can sing along I'm breaking bones
They faith is gone they wish they was on like games of throne
Can't share with fake I'd rather spend my days alone
I seen more snakes than Medusa therefore my face is Stone
And you know GOD is not the author of confusion
Do you really rock with GOD or you bribe with in an illusion
Hoping at the Pearly Gates he will pick you out when he is choosing
That your chances isn't ruined by the sinning you've been doing
As soon as that karma set in
Forgive me Father
I'm begging
I'm thankful for all my blessings and instantly start to confessing
You need to be taught a lesson
See I was charged with possession
I mentally start artillery every thought is a weapon
I'm prepping for Armageddon
Curing the narcoleptic
I'm just giving my gift
So I wrap my past with my present
I'm spit bars with a message
Not here to spar with you Reverend and
I ain't going against God cuz I came across 'em with questions
I can make you a pawns a second hell
I don't want to go if my loved ones are in heaven
GOD!!!