| 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?
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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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| Feeling fresh as ever!
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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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| 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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| 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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| And if it’s a big look, then you get more biters
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| All these kids are crooks, but call themselves writers
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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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |