Angels of Death by El Richie Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Man, we go way back before Bethlehem
Since spilling blood in your residence
We the angels of death
Dont You know we don’t mess?
Put blood on your door or it'll be all over your chest
Leave a mark like a crest
Like Sundays we blessed
Rolling 1 deep coz You should know He the best best, best
I’ll take you king like we playing some chess, chess, chess
Yeh, who next, next?
Ding, ding! winner, winner!
You vexed, vexed, vexed!
I’m blessed, blessed, blessed!
My enemies dead, dead, dead
Fest, money in the air like confetti coz we making a mess
Yuh, yuh, yeh, yuh
My God answers prayers
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Smoking frankincense
No Gucci, but wearing what wise men sent
If i feel transgressed, you'll get finessed at best, really is no contest
I’m moving uh (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, i’m losing none (none, none)
Man, i’m winning for fun
Man, i'm feeling real hot, (real hot)
Coz i hang with the son
Yuh, instead of hanging with snakes, I'd rather hang with the bums
[Hook]
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening, sweetheart
Yeah, i know you want in, but i cannot risk it for no biscuit until i’ve done my mission
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening, sweetheart
Yeah, i know you want in, but i cannot risk it for no biscuit until i’ve done my mission
[Verse 2]
Walking that solemn walk with an enemy squad, got them tamed like dogs
Man, I'm bossing
Too many mistakes made on road
Do you know how much that stuff is costing?
Gotta get some CEOs out here
I need some men i trust who won't botch it
Get a Nigerian, Middle Eastern and get a Scottish
Get a nice girl, girl
Gonna take over the world
Set up enterprise in nations, tha- that’s colonisation
We angels of death
Name serious enough for you to know we don’t mess
If my squad getting out of line, they getting pressed
[Hook]
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening, sweetheart
Yeah, i know you want in, but i cannot risk it for no biscuit until i’ve done my mission
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening…
[Verse 3]
…listen in
I’m whistling
While spying on my enemy who has his thumbs twiddling
Then I’ll finish him
Yuh, all my enemies will die by, die by, bye bye, bye bye, die by
You won’t event believe it, so I know you’d rather call it sci-fi, sci-fi
High five, man I’m way up in the sky-y you could call me super-fast fibre optic wifi
Aye right, brain IQ too finite to understand my fine rhymes (rhymes)
Man, we go way back before Bethlehem
Since spilling blood in your residence
We the angels of death
Dont You know we don’t mess?
Put blood on your door or it'll be all over your chest
Leave a mark like a crest
Like Sundays we blessed
Rolling 1 deep coz You should know He the best best, best
I’ll take you king like we playing some chess, chess, chess
Yeh, who next, next?
Ding, ding! winner, winner!
You vexed, vexed, vexed!
I’m blessed, blessed, blessed!
My enemies dead, dead, dead
Fest, money in the air like confetti coz we making a mess
Yuh, yuh, yeh, yuh
My God answers prayers
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Smoking frankincense
No Gucci, but wearing what wise men sent
If i feel transgressed, you'll get finessed at best, really is no contest
I’m moving uh (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, i’m losing none (none, none)
Man, i’m winning for fun
Man, i'm feeling real hot, (real hot)
Coz i hang with the son
Yuh, instead of hanging with snakes, I'd rather hang with the bums
[Hook]
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening, sweetheart
Yeah, i know you want in, but i cannot risk it for no biscuit until i’ve done my mission
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening, sweetheart
Yeah, i know you want in, but i cannot risk it for no biscuit until i’ve done my mission
[Verse 2]
Walking that solemn walk with an enemy squad, got them tamed like dogs
Man, I'm bossing
Too many mistakes made on road
Do you know how much that stuff is costing?
Gotta get some CEOs out here
I need some men i trust who won't botch it
Get a Nigerian, Middle Eastern and get a Scottish
Get a nice girl, girl
Gonna take over the world
Set up enterprise in nations, tha- that’s colonisation
We angels of death
Name serious enough for you to know we don’t mess
If my squad getting out of line, they getting pressed
[Hook]
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening, sweetheart
Yeah, i know you want in, but i cannot risk it for no biscuit until i’ve done my mission
My God is rich
In robes that angels have stitched
We lookin’ slick
Give a kiss to the kid of the King
I’m listening…
[Verse 3]
…listen in
I’m whistling
While spying on my enemy who has his thumbs twiddling
Then I’ll finish him
Yuh, all my enemies will die by, die by, bye bye, bye bye, die by
You won’t event believe it, so I know you’d rather call it sci-fi, sci-fi
High five, man I’m way up in the sky-y you could call me super-fast fibre optic wifi
Aye right, brain IQ too finite to understand my fine rhymes (rhymes)