This Means War - Rizzle Kicks: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

This Means War

865

Hip-Hop/Rap

This Means War was released on January 1, 2013 by Universal-Island Records Ltd. as a part of the album Roaring 20S

Song Details

AlbumRoaring 20S

Release DateJanuary 1, 2013

LabelUniversal-Island Records Ltd.

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Rizzle Kicks

Performer

Pete Cannon

Keyboards

Hal Ritson

Keyboards

Richard Adlam

Programming

Jordan Stephens

Jordan Stephens

Vocals

Harley Alexander-Sule

Harley Alexander-Sule

Vocals

Dabbla

Vocals

Tim Sandiford

Guitar

Paul Taylor

Trombone

Neil Waters

Trumpet

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Pete Cannon

Songwriter

Hal Ritson

Songwriter

Richard Adlam

Songwriter

Jordan Stephens

Jordan Stephens

Songwriter

Andrew Pittas

Songwriter

Harley Sulé

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Pete Cannon

Producer

Show N Prove

Vocal Recording Engineer

Hal Ritson

Engineer

Richard Adlam

Engineer

Mike Spencer

Mixing Engineer

Geoff Pesche

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Estate war

What you got an aggy face for?

We carry eggs it's not just life that we claim's raw

Taking advantage of the days without rainpour

We remain poor, so wait pause incase your face falls foul to the product of fowl

We like to cage more

Don't be a chicken

See me, I'm feasably different

To the kids on my estate who like to beef and not listen

I had a sweet disposition

But I was still weak to convincing

Ask your mum for 50p then mischievously buy eggs

And believe it will be it that they're bricking

They being the kids from the other estate

Not rivals in the sense that we hate

Just rivals in the sense to get egged in the face

It was pleasant if you were below the age of 8

Only God knows if it was the catalyst for something less blase

So let the games begin

Yeah, man I jumped in head first

An expert with that legwork a dead cert for that net worth

Yes sir

Yeah, no matter how little respect earnt

When I'd get burnt by the olders

They'd be hoping I would get tripping

Now they're bed ridden and I bed women

Have sex with them, Cowgirl

Bed ridden, Yeah sinning

Head spinning with our live set

And guys blinded by rep

Kinda wish that I was less driven

I won't fall

(Yeah)

I'm no fool

(Yeah)

I won't fall

(Yeah)

I'm no fool

This means war

This means war

This means war

This means yeah

I'm no fool

I won't fall

I'm no fool

I won't fall

This means war

This means war

This means war

This means (Yo)

Ay yo, I take no prisoners

Take note scribble this

Brain flow limitless

Safe though isn't it

I was digging away on minimum wage

Thinking of ways to position my face

Ah, what's going on

Teachers thought my potential was wasted

Hey kids, it's all about faith in what you're making

I need more than these pre-written pages

And hormones make me want girls to get naked

I don't want a bad bitch

I want a chick that will slap up a guy if he calls her a bad bitch

That's it

I don't wanna glamourize this

If you do it well I think that your standards might slip

Up for a challenge

Head fully balanced

You and who's army? I reckon I'll manage

Let 'em all have it

Homegrown talent

Yeah

So let the games begin

I won't fall

(Yeah)

I'm no fool

(Yeah)

I won't fall

(Yeah)

I'm no fool

This means war

This means war

This means war

This means yeah

I'm no fool

I won't fall

I'm no fool

I won't fall

This means war

This means war

This means war

This means (Yo)

Oi listen though

Yeah I don't needa carry a weapon I got bars

Ain't rockin' any ta'oos, but I got scars

Whole game's going berserk like it's not ours

Motherfuckers overlooking the work

I'm like Cha

Seriously can't fuck with the style or you'll get burnt'

Go on drag me back in the battle and get learnt

I know a stack of rappers who act like a wet perm

But when the time comes for getting it live (they just weren't)

A younger generation look at the game and it's all thugged out

Their bugged out, their running their dumb mouth like

Oiii

Feel free to hate on the way that the shits turned out

They're burned out shame that you weren't down but BOYYY

Against all odds I blaze you bods

While you sit and reminisce about the days you was

It made you what

See the way you played yourself it's odd

So let the games begin

I won't fall

(Yeah)

I'm no fool

(Yeah)

I won't fall

(Yeah)

I'm no fool

This means war

This means war

This means war

This means yeah

I'm no fool

I won't fall

I'm no fool

I won't fall

This means war

This means war

This means war

This means (Yo)

Yeah boy mama didn't raise one

Been ill since phase one

Ya get I

Rizzle Kicks

Dabbla

Go fuck yourself

So let the games begin

Written by: Andrew Pittas, Hal Ritson, Harley Sulé, Jordan Stephens, Pete Cannon, Richard Adlam

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility

Loading...