I declare war on stupidity
We're droppin' beats and a lyrical fluidity
An attack with pace and ferocity
Built on bass and velocity
I'm takin' you and your crew on a mission
We're cuttin' rhymes with digital precision
Your music's messed up, old outta shape and flat
So rewind, punch me in and lay it down for DAT

I declare war on the fakers
The piss-takers and the sucka moneymakers
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 to make you dizzy

War on them all and all that they stand for
So step back 'cause I'm a fuckin' handful
Tearin' up the beats that we rocked on
And if you look into my eyes I'm gettin' locked on
Now you see me stoked up
You think I'm coked up
But you know I'm fired up
Now because I'm wired up
You see me spreading rhymes like a virus
But I'm just playin' 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
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 to make you dizzy

- Overseer
"Slayed (feat. Zak Speakerfreak)"
Wreckage (2003)