RIP CROSS FIRE

“Cross Fire in Heaven” – Hi-Tek Gun Club Tribute

He at the bench with them clouds as his table (yeah, Cross Fire!)

Field-strippin’ that steel like he still in the stable (uh-huh!)

Polishing chrome with them wings on his back (shinin’!)

Angels watchin’, he reassemble that MAC (put it back!)

He cleanin’ them slides, every pin in its place (perfect fit!)

No oil drippin’, Heaven smellin’ like CLP grace (so clean!)

Ghost range open, targets glowin’ in light (aim tight!)

He call his shots, every group dead-right (bang-bang!)

Halo on his head, but that focus still mean (steady hand!)

Say, “Trigger discipline, keep the muzzle clean!” (teach ’em!)

Got them clouds lined up like steel challenge lanes (pew-pew!)

Whisperin’ to God ’bout zero-down games (yeah!)

“Hi-Tek forever,” etched deep in the case (loyalty!)

Even up top, he reppin’ the same base (Hi-Tek!)

Heaven got a booth, sound like brass rain (ch-ch!)

Cross Fire reloadin’—never wastin’ his aim (facts!)

His bench light glow, that divine blue hue (glowin’!)

Saint Michael noddin’, say “He one of the few” (respect!)

Every screw tight, slide moves like a prayer (amen!)

Heaven’s armorer—nobody repair like him there (real talk!)

We still salute when the smoke hits the air (salute!)

Down here we train, he the legend we share (Hi-Tek Gun Club!)

Every match, we whisper “Cross Fire ride!” (ride on!)

He the ghost in the wind, still standin’ beside (us yeah!)

He takin’ guns apart in heaven, puttin’ peace back together! (legend forever!)