[Chorus: Ekoh & Chris Webby]
We gon' set the roof on fire just to watch the flames
Kick the fuckin' door down through the wall and frame
Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon' fuck shit up
Reportin' live from the fuck-up hall of fame
Hard to believe through it all, how far we came
Yellin', "Fuck rules" and we off the chain
But so what? (So what?)
We gon' fuck shit up

[Verse 1: Ekoh & Chris Webby]
Yo, my rhyme pad lookin' like an Anarchist Cookbook
Troubled youth, pushin' every button I could push
Never been concerned about the money and good looks
Now everybody bumpin' from the 'burbs to the hood hooked
I rock steady, rap deadly, the shows are hot, sweaty
From the booth to the moshpit, it's all deadly
You got a dream that you wanted, I did it already
Misfit they didn't get but now they can't catch me
This for the ones who took the lonliest road
Refusin' to fold and changed to fit themselves in their mold
I always was told, "not everything that glitters is gold"
But that's because they hold the gold
Now we take for our own
And so we infiltrate the system, destroy it and then rebuild
And tell the ones up at the top this the camp they could never kill, themselves
From the gutter, we've been bonded in blood
And y'all can keep all the love (We gon' fuck shit up)
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