Songtexte:
Rapture The Cold On My Side

Hollow chambers The rooms we used to revel in Passion cease and life expire Pulse that depends on wires Death whispered and chose to guide And now the bed is cold on my side

you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture, My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest, My first album through to him, that was my

I'm a DJ but I heat up Mic's wen I flow! Spit for real Hit to kill It gets messy when I grip my steel [Scat-D] Explosive flows like my rapture Distinctive part on my

, get up, sit up, I write it Then I, put you all in the mood, you invited So come on down and party with the pound (come on) You ain't never heard a nigga

you tried to is just love me Denied all my life Empowered by my never-ending strife Licking my wounds clean Every one so damn mean Spat in my face Those

it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my

, get up, sit up, I write it Then I, put you all in the mood, you invited So come on down and party with the pound come on You ain't never heard a nigga

With wings on a track and stars by my side We end on a higher level Take my hand and come along Black visions in my mind, like memories in bitter darkness

for every 5 sides you buy Gettin' high off my own supply, low in the ride With the low eye, daybreak and makin' dough rise [chorus: repeat x2] [inspectah deck] My