War to Your Door

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from

You can run but you can't hide forever

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is an emergency

We bring you this special radio television

Broadcast in order to give you a dire warning

What you are about to learn may alarm you

So it's war that they dabble with

Act like a man's flesh comparable to mannequins

Catch you on the front line

Savage start having it

Cameras might catch a glimpse

Best hope it has a glitch

Captured on the hard drive

Stack it up as evidence

That's why life's a bitch

Big Brother's tracking it

Cap down, hood up

It's simple how to tackle it

Bring madness or just handle it

It's up for you to choose

Make your moves

Then you stand by it

Don't try abandon ship

Fucking sink with it

One hand raised to the sky like you're done with it

One minute's fame's done, lost, now you're lost in it

One foot stuck in the grave

While the other kicks dust in your face

As you duck for the exit in the maze

But there's none given

Mother Nature's unforgiving

Suffocate your lungs for living

Dying from the inside out is how we're all existing

Forced into the system

I pray days change and wage war as an instinct

That's how it is, how it is

That's how it is, how it is, how it is

That's how it is, how it is

Yo it's war, war

Straight to your door

Who's outside with a bally and a sword?

I think it's someone they summoned but I ain't sure

Cause I goddamn lost my mind running from the law

Cause it's war, war

Straight to your door

Who's outside with a bally and a sword?

I think it's someone they summoned but I ain't sure

Cause I goddamn lost my mind running from the law

As night falls I'm reminiscing

Up late penning wisdom

While your fam are brainwashed by the television

Revel in their inhibitions

I'm a rebel in the element of terrorism

Still here selling visions

Read my books if you never care to listen

Prepare yourself for the sentence

Best written in blood

Far from fake like the sight of a silicone bust

I fire flames out my mouth

See the lyrics combust

I'm far from innocent

I'm militant

Living corrupt

Like the sickness that is iller cause it's finger and skunk

I felt the pain as the glass shards crippled my lungs

I spray my life out in fumes

Find the bittersweet sun

Heart beating to the pulse like the skin of a drum

Not the type to sell my soul for no six-figure sum

Still sit wishing sunrays will come around somedays

I'd rather stay unpaid

Than live my life mundane

And wake once a week to an unhappy Monday

Fuck that, it ain't ever gonna happen

I'd rather die rapping

Yo it's war, war

Straight to your door

Who's outside with a bally and a sword?

I think it's someone they summoned but I ain't sure

Cause I goddamn lost my mind running from the law

Cause it's war, war

Straight to your door

Who's outside with a bally and a sword?

I think it's someone they summoned but I ain't sure

Cause I goddamn lost my mind running from the law

Running from the law

And I'm still running

I ain't ever gonna stop running bruv

Yes

Middle finger up

Fuck the feds