Paroles:
The Rapture The Devil

those who never have wept. It's strange these things that we're told. Live fast and never grow old. Live fast and die in your shoes the devil, the devil

You're innocent just like a gun, you love me dangerously Your body seems to be unreal, your touch is like the sea And when i gaze upon your smile the devil

goes the neighbourhood nigga with the third album How come he don't fall off? Rolling with the sawed-off gauge Turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture

slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus

carry a glock Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up Dispatcher 'Red, get freaky to the rapture

That guides mankind beyond all hopes of rebirth Tear further into violence And send forth the blade that slaughter each cell Stillbirth redemption Sterility dances to the rapturous

said, "Fear of a Black Planet" I know a certain race that couldn't understand it To see a black man clocking fat grands To a grafted devil, it's hard

silhouettes of velvet against the crimson of passion We can almost hear the echoes from the smoldering meadow It's the rapture of the angels and the rage of the devil

And shit gets worse, once I drink the firewater [chorus x4] [buddha monk] It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker >from here, now and after, catch this brooklyn zu rapture