Slayed Lyrics - Singles - Overseer

I declare war on stupidity 

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 

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 

War on them all and all that they stand for 

So step back 'cause 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