i declare war on stupidity we re dropping beats on 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 will make you dizzy 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 rhymes like a virus but i m just playing with the rhythms 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