War to Your Door Lyrics | 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 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 just 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, 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
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.
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 glass 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 wait once a week to an unhappy Monday.
Fuck that! It ain't ever going to happen! I'd rather die rapping.
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.
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.
That's how it is, how it is,
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.

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Fliptrix – War to Your Door Lyrics