YTCracker - Night Terror lyrics

Slow wailing of the sirens In the distance I gather the courage to gather my things The clocks ticking Grab a backpack see what will fit in Cuz I'm sitting on a bunch of dirty sh** and I can't flush it Main tractop clamshelled Grab a few G's and USB keys from the spam well Swiftly picking through the inventory In my fifth story apartment building at five in the morning Beat it down the wet metal stairs Of this rickety fire escape with my bag full of warez Make my high-tops skywalk and I land on the sidewalk Glance over my shoulder as I sprint to the station And I don't have a clue which agency might be chasing me I just hit the road when I thought they were tracing me Logging packets from an unknown source Now I'm running through this obstacle course Signature whipping of helicopter blades spinning Quickly close on my location the information is good Probably pa** on paranoia or just call it coincidence But this incident in particular got me feeling different Cause its obvious pursuit is in play - Every noise I hear converging on me trying to conclude my day A spotlight from the heavens confirming this is a raid And these agents of the state are trying to take me away "Halt - sir! stop where you are Don't even try resisting you won't get very far Please yield in your tracks dont make it worse than it already is Kneel and put your hands on your head!" I could listen - or I could race more intensely Is my stamina sufficient? Can my lawyers defend me? I don't even know to what extent the charges might be But they gotta be signficant they sent in the calvary I'm dashing fast - while I'm weighing these options Either way that I decide I must proceed with some caution Because often people in my place catch a bullet From a trigger happy cop whos just itching to pull it And I ain't got an armory no glory in dying Luckily not up for murder so no need to be hiding How many years are even possible for popping my crimewave? I'm just another villain with a pulse and a sine wave Stop moving - lock my hands to my neck Drop my bag to my side let my shins hit the deck Resigned to my fate guess I will face the music Reflecting on my past and then how to get through this Wondering who could've been judas - I was careful enough Now I'm totally surrounded and I'm put into cuffs Shoved in back of a black suburban My future nebulous and uncertain Uncertain