Coming Down - Illy, Hilltop Hoods

What up world?

How’s this for a statement of intent?

What up Hilltops?

(Illy-illy al)

We got them knuckleheads hands full so they clenching fists

No small feat would step to this

Hang off him, surgical work tracks

Get fat and flayed off him

Haystack it ain’t coffin

Bowled over the batsman the fact this ain’t gotham

I talk snow and powders white caps it ain’t?

Swing from a building like King Kong

Eat em' up and, spit out a pussy like some Thailand ping pong

Monstrous, Nietzsche: God killer, godzilla

Controversial like Ice-T dropping cop killer

I’m off kilter like a naked scotsman, often

Holding court like Kim-Jong and Rodman

My rhymes are like my heart, a little left of centre

To the left is pressure

Feeling fresh as ever!

We funnel through the train yards

Through the tunnels and the drains

We’re coming down, we’re coming down!

From the rooftops from the hills

We’re running through abandoned buildings

We’re coming down, we’re coming down!

We’re coming…

Man these rappers are so roped for a quote

They attack on my character

Download, home phone and apertures

To capture a dose of the most potent caliber

And napper my geneomes for a clone like Gattaca

(So spectacular)

Throw stroke and amateur

The coroner’s notes wrote overdosed vernacular

So known, the carrier, phone broke the barrier

From south of the globe to the frozen coasts of Canada

I’d never phone it in, live wire on short call list

Pick it up if the situation calls for it

Switching country’s when summer’s done

Is my take on what a sure fall is

Bringing high power to tall orders

With more rhymes than him, boast

With more lines to sync

But look right you get more lines with big hooks

And if it’s a big look, then you get more biters

All these kids are crooks, but call themselves writers

We funnel through the train yards

Through the tunnels and the drains

We’re coming down, we’re coming down!

From the rooftops from the hills

We’re running through abandoned buildings

We’re coming down, we’re coming down!

We’re coming…

There is the stage and, that is a drum track

I’m like illy from been there, done that

Every time we come back they treat it like a come back

Only because we got that dope that don’t go turn your lung black

This a fun fact for all you futile little rug rats

Pupils of this shit I’ll pierce your pupil with a thumb tack

(Oh you just got here?)

You’re gonna wanna unpack

I gotta lotta bullets and I fuel up for the comeback

Excuse me like, fatality

Facing the great tragedy

Now, rappers actually making a base salary

Ain’t it, so safe until the day we create anarchy

(Out for fame)

Then paint my name in the state gallery

Daily event for us, Saying that we’re menaces

But we the voice they can’t contain with the genesis

Like you gonna up lift weighing all your sentences

Playing with these dangerous percentages

Right… because 10 to 1 (Fair game)

And 10 more?

(Bout' same)

They can outgun, no matter I can out aim

Yeah, they left swallowing sour grapes and bitter pills

I’m first flight to Adelaide to hit the hills

A humble student in the undisputed

Crush em all, we ain’t nuns or booth

Hi haters, saying fuck my music

I’m on a track with the hoods what the fuck ya’ll doing