Letras:
Rage Chase

for my chance I will hunt you 'till death Strike you down on the chase If it takes my last breath I'll strike you down an the chase Strike you down

for my chance I will hunt you 'till death Strike you down on the chase If it takes my last breath I'll strike you down an the chase Strike you down

my chance I will hunt you 'till death Strike you down on the chase If it takes my last breath I'll strike you down an the chase Strike you down No break

run-run. (Kick it.) [x3] [Bizzy:] Hit, get 'em up: nigga's on the run, runnin' side by side with' #1. When drop me gauge, and when the po-po chase and

One of a kind - a left genuis behind Didn't we have the same background back in the old days You were like a brother to me now you're on this wild chase

see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, or chase ya naked

to take the horns by the bull. History forever writing pages to be cut or painted grey, or celebrated like Jesus in his temple rage as he chased

for hell as you seek revenge Bear the scars of your inhuman rage Lost in a maze of sounds Clarity escapes The whispers chase you away Numb and unaware

No love more pure and rage more fierce Could still my beating heart Voyage, voyage Voyage, voyage Part 3: Promise So Should I return to trace the shadows of my chases