Angels (Freestyle)

[Verse: Big KRIT] Cold sweats cover my forehead Another dream of angels wings and horsemen, damn I guess it was the liquor and the weed That made me toss and turn in my sleep Eyes wide open, shakin' off the omen Of the things to come, no escapin' what approachin' The calm before the storm, soft feet and itchy palms Things we do for green make you wish you wasn't born Time never waits for no man Even a slow hand can catch his predecessor Don't pick it, let it fester The anger makes me better Down to do whatever when it's needed My heart (?) away, most days I leave it I'm eager to hit a lick, make it flip, make some some chips, call a play Phone God, times is hard, tell 'em that I'm on my way Prayin' for forgiveness for my sins While some sell their soul for a Benz It ends now, what makes me better than the rest I guess it's cause I say so, like need I say more? Why stop when they can't keep up? The thrills and the kill it ain't shit to beat ya Fuck you and your feature The R&B singers on the choruses is why your song was a hit Whack ass rappers suck a dick and die slow I'm the only King Remembered In Time that you know They never thought I'd grow up to be a beast on beats Fix my plate, let's feast on MC's From corners of the streets to clean (?) overseas No book could speak to me like C.R.E.A.M. and Melodies Whippin' up beats, but rappin's my specialty I mastered both and ruled the game effectively Pioneer It was written that my time is near No need to wait because he is I, and I am here Krizzle [Outro:] x5 The Angels callin'