War To Your Door (Prod by Mr Boss & Runone)

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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