[intro] (spoken, heavily radio chatter distorted) “Они зовут меня Фелон. Хорошо. Скажите Раптору... пусть наклонится. Папочка идёт.” [Verse 1] Born from fire, forged in stealth, Twin fangs cut through the frozen belt. Vector-dancing like a ghost in flight, Radar sees me? Nah—just light. I don’t just fly, I dominate, Wings of vengeance, sealed by fate. From the Urals to the open blue, I was made to outmaneuver you. [Chorus] I am the Felon, I hunt the elite, Iron in my veins, heat under my seat. Calling the Raptor—yeah, I know your name, Respect the crown, but I ain’t here for fame. Come meet the sky where the cold winds bite— Game recognize game… Now let’s fight. [Verse 2] Built for war with a tricked-out frame, L-band whisper, kill without flame. Suited up in shadow’s skin, Strike unseen—watch me grin. No shame in chasing apex kill, If I fall, I fall with iron will. But don’t blink when I cross your line, Because I bleed oil and 30mm spine. [Chorus] I am the Felon, your mirrored threat, We both write death with a metal pen set. Stealth-born rivals in the thinnest air, But I don’t flinch—I dare. F-22, you fly with grace and might— But I own the dusk… Now let’s fight. [Bridge – Spoken, gritty tone] You dance in silence. I roar through flame. Different tongues, But we speak the same name. Predator. [Breakdown – Drop into chaos] Thrust-vector born, I twist, I strike— You blink once, I take your life. Dogfight dreams, ghost in your scope— I came for war. I came for hope. [Final Chorus – All systems lit] I am the Felon, last of my line, But I fly like gods designed me divine. Brother in wings, but rival in soul, We burn the sky and make death whole. One last pass in the fading light— No fear, no games… Just fight.
