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



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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