Texty:
Crisis Force

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

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

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

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

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

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

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