If I am baptised it will be for all the wrong reason's I love God, God loves me I just can't believe in me
Übersetzung: The Rapture. Über Gott Über mich.
righteous judgment Proof we've been proven worthy of a righteous covenant And don't sweat the hatters because God is just To punish them and give you rest so in God
My nigga we the frontline warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin bout me and my boys Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about
: [Intro:] Okay God it's like this If we don't manifest our power to the fullest Man, you know what I'm saying? Nothing will become of everything that
nigga we the frontline warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin' 'bout me and my boys Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about
But the very best No MC can test Step into a world, where hip-hop is me Where MC's and DJ's Build up their skills as they play every day For the, rapture
bud When I smoke my buds Takes me to a place Smile upon my face Cause she sets me free From the things I see Let me be somebody, hear my plea It's only
buds Takes me to a place Smile upon my face Cause she sets me free From the things I see Let me be somebody, hear my plea It's only me, I'd rather be
By Father Burkhart Pressure.... All around me. Pressure.... It surrounds me. Pressure.... Flowing through me. Pressure.... Just Bite Me! Break
I got this side right here Take this side right there C'mon do this Busta Bus c'mon C'mon stayin' street Paws, to the wall, with the dirty dog, raw rapture
length of my spine As I pulled her towards me with the stength of my mind When our hands finally touched she told me she loved me And the shapes from
with these syllable, synonyms of adrenaline spillin? off my spiritual tongue, then numbing ?em like penicillin, plus I?m trying to reach the lost like Gilligan, God
silent And entrust your body to me Please forget, please forget About the indefiniteness of this world At the dead end for the exhausted traveler There?s a hot catastrophe GOD
just stop it with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me
heard about this place Where there is always sunshine and everyday is a Sunday There will be no more rain no more skies that are gray Oh, they tell me
derrange that cherished window seat To the party at the end of the world Where the locals do that tango twirl I don't care about the rapture when there