(Prod. Mr Boss) - War to Your Door lyrics

[Verse 1: Fliptrix] So it's war that they dabble with Act like a man's flesh Is comparable to mannequins Captured 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 b**h 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 move then just stand by it Don't try abandon ship f**ing sink with it One hand raised to the sky like you're done with it One minute, fame's done, 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 no given Mother Nature's unforgiving Suffocate your lungs or living Dying from the inside out It's 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 [Hook] Yo! It's war, war, straight to your door Who's outside with the bally and the sword? I think it's someone they summoned But I ain't sure 'Cos I goddamn lost my mind running from the law Yo! It's war, war, straight to your door Who's outside with the bally and the sword? I think it's someone they summoned But I ain't sure 'Cos I goddamn lost my mind running from the law [Verse 2: Fliptrix] As night falls I'm reminiscing Up/I ??? ten in wisdom While your fam. are brainwashed by the television Revel in the inhibition 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 [?] 'Cos the figure is stock I felt the pain as the gla** shards cripple my lungs I spray my life out in fumes By the bittersweet sun Heart beating to the pulse like the skin of a drunk Not the type to sell my soul for no six-figure sums Still sit wishing sunrays will come around Some days I'd rather stay unpaid And live my life mundane And wake once a week to an unhappy Monday f** that! It ain't ever going to happen! I'd rather die rapping [Hook] Running from the law And I'm still running I ain't ever gonna stop running bruv Yes! Middle finger up! f** the feds. One Fliptrix, Mr. Boss Done