[Verse 1:]
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What up world?
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How's this for a statement of intent?
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What up Hilltops? (Illy-illy al)
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We got them knuckleheads hands full so they clenching fists
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No small feat would step to this
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Hang off him, surgical work tracks
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Get fat and flayed off him
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Haystack it ain't coffin
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Bowled over the batsman the fact this ain't gotham
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I talk snow and powders white caps it ain¡¯t Hotham
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[Suffa:]
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Swing from a building like King Kong
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Eat em' up and, spit out a pussy like some Thailand ping pong
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Monstrous, Nietzsche: God killer, godzilla
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Controversial like Ice-T dropping cop killer
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I'm off kilter like a naked scotsman, often
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Holding court like Kim-Jong and Rodman
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My rhymes are like my heart, a little left of centre
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To the left is pressure
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[Pressure:]
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Feeling fresh as ever!
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[Chorus:]
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We funnel through the train yards
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Through the tunnels and the drains
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We're coming down, we're coming down!
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From the rooftops from the hills
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We're running through abandoned buildings
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We're coming down, we're coming down!
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We're coming...
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[Verse 2 - Pressure:]
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Man these rappers are so roped for a quote
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They attack on my character
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Download, home phone and apertures
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To capture a dose of the most potent caliber
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And napper my geneomes for a clone like Gattaca
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(So spectacular)
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Throw stroke and amateur
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The coroner's notes wrote overdosed vernacular
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So known, the carrier, phone broke the barrier
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From south of the globe to the frozen coasts of Canada
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[Illy:]
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I'd never phone it in, live wire on short call list
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Pick it up if the situation calls for it
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Switching country's when summer's done
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Is my take on what a sure fall is
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Bringing high power to tall orders
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With more rhymes than him, boast
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With more lines to sync
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But look right you get more lines with big hooks
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[Suffa:]
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And if it¡¯s a big hook, then you get more biters
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All these kids are crooks, but call themselves writers
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[Chorus:]
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We funnel through the train yards
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Through the tunnels and the drains
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We're coming down, we're coming down!
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From the rooftops from the hills
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We're running through abandoned buildings
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We're coming down, we're coming down!
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We're coming...
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[Verse 3 - Suffa:]
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There is the stage and, that is a drum track
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I'm like illy from been there, done that
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Every time we come back they treat it like a come back
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Only because we got that dope that don't go turn your lung black
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This a fun fact for all you futile little rug rats
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Pupils of this shit I'll pierce your pupil with a thumb tack
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(Oh you just got here?)
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You're gonna wanna unpack
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I gotta lotta bullets and I fuel up for the comeback
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[Pressure:]
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Excuse me like, fatality
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Facing the great tragedy
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Now, rappers actually making a base salary
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Ain't it, so safe until the day we create anarchy
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(Out for fame)
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Then paint my name in the state gallery
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Daily event for us, Saying that we're menaces
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But we the voice they can't contain with the genesis
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Like you gonna up lift weighing all your sentences
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Playing with these dangerous percentages
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[Illy:]
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Right... because 10 to 1 (Fair game)
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And 10 more? (Bout' same)
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They can outgun, no matter I can out aim
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Yeah, they left swallowing sour grapes and bitter pills
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I'm first flight to Adelaide to hit the hills
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A humble student in the undisputed
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Crush em all, we ain't nuns or booth
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Hi haters, saying fuck my music
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I'm on a track with the hoods what the fuck ya'll doing
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[Hook]
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[Outro:]
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Because the DJ just dropped a classic.
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Because the mirrors are painting us with neon and music.
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Because the the dance floor¡¯s full and you¡¯re young, high and fucking gorgeous.
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Because the your heart¡¯s brimming with sky and the sky is a melody of blue and diamond, it trembles with joy.
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Because this feeling is real, it¡¯s coffee and a cigarette, it¡¯s a home cooked meal, it¡¯s payday it¡¯s a swish, it¡¯s making love all summer, it¡¯s scoring a 90 minute goal to win the game.
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Because you¡¯re one kiss from midnight.
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Because X marks the spot and you¡¯re right on it.
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Because you¡¯re with your family, blood or chosen and the bass line just dropped.
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Because there¡¯s you, her, him, them, me, us and no tomorrow.
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So live this.
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Now.
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Coming Down
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| Illy |
