Slayed

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