Humanity devours itself alive. Forced march down this path of sorrow to an end that doesn't justify. Hands chained, running driven upon those that fall
Try hard, try hard to care Give a little laughter And take a bigger share You really don't need no You really don't need sympathy Forever in danger,
The kings torment the law They'll chose to kill us all Devoured by lust and blood Cannot retaliate Tortured and killed by gods The rivals seek revenge
money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight
dance And I brought my dogs wit me, check it out Hold up, wait a minute Y'all dance, who think I'm pretty? Loud man breakin' your town We?re the force
with the pros, foul mode We quick reachers, spear with the fearless til you drip liters Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver Sip Cris
club, smack you up, steal ya leather You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch I see you downin' the Cris
as expensive as white kids Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes Fightin' the nicest in the crisis
you abusing the land I see you, your selective amnesia I love you still, and I love you still I am your tragedy and your fortune I am your crisis and
owe me nothing in return I bet you're wondering when The next payback shoe will eventually drop I bet you're wondering when my conditional police Will force
than nuclear's warhead Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis
wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, blast me
stickin Showin me tits like they Janet Drivin a stick is a standard When you sit in the porsche Of Course the wrist is on force I put the Cris' in of
sing for 'em Just sing for 'em, check It Mr. Kell It's like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips Running ya mouth mad 'coz I, pop that Cris
here is timeless This is pure original innovation So call this timeless This is somethin' to give you inspiration So this here is timeless Timeless, priceless, survive any crisis
a couple of rounds Nigga call up the homies it's about to go down Somebody tell Luda I'm on the way now Aight, just stepped one size twelve Air Force
