[Sample]
There's a war goin' on outside (no man is safe from)
You could run, but you can't hide forever

[Verse 1]
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 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 move 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, 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 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, 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
Cause 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]
As night falls I'm reminiscing
Up late ten in wisdom
While your fam are brainwashed by the television
Revel in the 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 [?]
'Cos the figure is stock
I felt the pain as the glass shards cripple my lungs
I spray my life out in fumes
By the bitter sweet sun
Heart beating to the pulse like the skin of a drum
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
Fuck that, it ain't ever going to happen, I'd rather die rapping
[Hook] (x2)

[Outro]
Running from the law
And I'm still running
I ain't ever gonna stop running bruv
Yes! Middle finger up!
Fuck the feds, one
Fliptrix, Mr. Boss
Done