Coming Down

[Verse 1: Illy, Suffa & Pressure] What up world? How's this for a statement of intent? What up Hilltops? (Yo, Illy-Illy Al, check!) 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 Hotham 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 [Hook] 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 Coming down, we're coming down! We're coming... [Verse 2: Pressure, Illy & Suffa] 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 [Hook] *Mixing* [Verse 3: Suffa, Pressure & Illy] 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 [Hook] [Outro] Because the DJ just dropped a classic Because the mirrors are painting us with neon and music Because the the dance floor’s full and you’re young, high and fucking gorgeous Because the your heart’s brimming with sky and the sky is a melody of blue and diamond, it trembles with joy 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 Because you’re one kiss from midnight Because X marks the spot and you’re right on it Because you’re with your family, blood or chosen and the bassline just dropped Because there’s you, her, him, them, me, us and no tomorrow So live this Now