I declare war on stupididty
we're dropping beats and a lyrical fluidity
an attack with pace and ferocity
built on bass and velocity
i'm taking you and your crew on a mission
we're cutting rhymes with digital precision
your music's messed-up, old, outta shape and fat
so rewind, punch me in and lay it down to dat
I declare war on the fakers
the piss-takers and the sucker money-makers
i reflect and elect to reject
well, what the fuck did you expect
i'm hyped and i'm psyched
and i was put here to wreck the mic so
i grab a fistful of plastic
not the real deal
no steel but it feels fantastic
We'll bring the house down
we got the stack up, the beats are backed-up
we'll bring the house down
big boombastic beats are getting busy
(repeat)
War on them all and all that they stand for
so step back 'cos i'm a fucking handful
tearing up the beats that we rocked on
and if you look into my eyes i'm getting locked-on
now you see i'm stoked-up
you think i'm coked up
but you know i'm fired up
not because i'm wired up
you see we're spreading ryhmes like a virus
but i'm just playing with the rythms that reside inside us
We'll bring the house down
we got the stack up, the beats are backed-up
we'll bring the house down
big boombastic beats are getting busy