Overseer - Slayed Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Slayed By 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 f*ck 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 |
Who Wrote Slayed By Overseer?
Dr. Chug, Zak Avery, Neville Holder, James Lee
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What's The Duration Of The Slayed By Overseer?The duration of Slayed is 4:47 minutes and seconds. |
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