[Chorus: M Huncho]
Yeah, they talk about scores (yeah)
But these people ain't scorin'
Now we keep it quiet
So they tell us were borin'
Little do they know
One fuck-up and we kicking there door in
Yeah, it's the art of war
Bad when I'm on my ones
Tell 'em come with 2 or 3
Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah
It's the art of war, yeah
Still with the same dargs from a puppy
Never switch off of course
It's the art of war

[Verse 1: RV]
Opp boy still tryna get me
Feds just wanna arrest me
Tryna hit a meal like Heskey
My poker card will never be empty
I'm the Fresh Prince of Tottenham
Guess who n***as are Jeffery?
M Huncho, RV and Headie
Dats Neymar, Suarez and Messi
I'm puttin' work for my gunners
Now I feel like seeing them again
I'm just tryna get rich
They got me risking my freedom again
I scored points in the field
I can't wait for the season again
Cos I got new beef
So it's gonna get season again
That means you get slaughtered
When n***as get peppered
And they pay for a mortgage
So I got spots like a leopard
Wrist in a Pyrex bowl
So you know I'm whippin' with tekkers
I'll rise dat pole
Fuck 5.0, we did it with leathers
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Yeah, they talk about scores (yeah)
But these people ain't scorin'
Now we keep it quiet
So they tell us were borin'
Little do they know
One fuck-up and we kicking there door in
Yeah, it's the art of war
Bad when I'm on my ones
Tell 'em come with 2 or 3
Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah
It's the art of war, yeah
Still with the same dargs from a puppy
Never switch off of course
It's the art of war

[Verse 2: Headie One]
Free Brad', that's my guy
Say someone done a rave to control her
I was on basic coping
Touch road and these tyres got broken
Me and dis 4's like Krept and Konan
But they soon touch the road all swollen
Bet he's gonna want his shoes all golden
Can't tell about scoring
Been over dem sides der tryna tear shirts open like [?]
I gotta burn my clothes when I touch the wing
Cah if I lack I'm red toasted
Dem man hope to my downfall
But now they're still hoping
Back then I tried smoke with the sawnie
And now I'm still smokey
Just done a whole night shift
And now there still callin'
T-house looking all scary
Have you ever watched Conjuring?
And it's all for the bread and wine
Dats even those far from cold
Mask on my face
It could be cactus jacking your phones
[Chorus: M Huncho]
Yeah, they talk about scores (yeah)
But these people ain't scorin'
Now we keep it quiet
So they tell us were borin'
Little do they know
One fuck-up and we kicking there door in
Yeah, it's the art of war
Bad when I'm on my ones
Tell 'em come with 2 or 3
Fuck dat manna come with 4 yeah
It's the art of war, yeah
Still with the same dargs from a puppy
Never switch off of course
It's the art of war