deconstructionist architects. it*s calculated controled. it's infestation of the soul. Reshaping innocence in rage, bodies devoured by hate. Cruel world order. Hard heavy handed, Applied force
'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Stuck in this skin I am trapped in a prison. Force to
to try to find some peace and hold that peace inside before it gets to late. Emancipate my mind. Breathing life into my visions, forcing them into
I've attained. I see it all for what it is as Gommorah's Season Ends in the grave. So many have become demoralized that now a change must be forced
back. You gotta fight it back. Just try to change it. Fight, fight it back. Find myself in crisis, get near to collapse. Am I forced to live that boring
It goes one for the uhh's, two for the ahh's Three for those up in luxurious cars The C, the R, the U, Cru, that's the fullest Spittin' butter with the force
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 Monday
t aSK questions just roll hit that front, d d damn shake that ass, to tha jam d d damn, little mama yo know ima big tima sit drama, whip pushin t.v. screens in tha cushion air force
priceless Bring back the life that you thought was lifeless 'The Way of the Gun', son, who the nicest? S.K., no stun gun, smooth devices Time Crisis
minutes I pull up in the Chevy lookin' real slick and vicious With a bottle of Hennisey and a blunt of that sticky Hops out with the forces the same
since ten years old) was on Readyrock records, LP went gold (we had 36 groups, but they cooked up Nine) managed 28 groups, what they cooked was mines Niggas wanna act fly, we forced
But boy is for ballin they'll never say I'm fallin Callin all cars for the brother in black L-E-L the Mack back bone of this track I'm force full of force
beyond the edges in the depths of spirit land its the authentic, apocalyptic destroyer damaging challengers -- resurrection, disorder a monument of crisis
It's out of hate oppressed revolt from feeling that they gotta take All the weight so we go to war to find another way Intercept opposite forces entering
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
St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up Swallowin' Cris' till we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now We navigatin', wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
was no government, wouldn't there be chaos Everybody running round, setting petrol bombs off? And if there was no police force, tell me what you'd do