Letras:
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

fools Is what she loves Granted with powers, gifted with magic Watching the world through raven eyes Damned woman mischievous whore Heretic princess Devil

die crazy baby let's go to the parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't

call that rings through the chasm As god becomes beast dances devil with priest And angels descend to our pounding orgasm Consuming our bodies our spirits will rise In motionless rapture

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 Mountains

thing I fear no man and no evil speak No slave to grave and no death to be Almighty's riding next to me I know I've, I got the devil to beat Hellbounds

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