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Illy

Put Em In The Air

 

Put Em In The Air

(album: The Chase - 2010)


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Illy, Illy
Taku on the beat
Let's go!

[Chorus:]
Turn it on
Get em off
Set it off
Shut it down (smash it out the speakers)
Put em in the air like (smash it out the speakers)
Put em in the air like (smash it out the speakers)
Put em in the air like
Turn it on
Get em off
Set it off
Shut it down (smash it out the speakers)
Put em in the air like (smash it out the speakers)
Put em in the air like (smash it out the speakers)
Put em in the air

(It's Illy, Illy)
Alright
Bad man, bitch
More band in the bandwidth
Tell the forum to suck ballbags
Run the track, no Caulfield or Randwick
But put it down like a pure bred holds it's advantage
Gold in your average neck, I'll be quick
Gave your disc half a minute, mate, fucking skip
Stiff upper lip
Buds piss off or bunker down before the kliq bumrush your gig
Before something give 'coz my crew have accomplished accomplices on some shit
The real rascals, we bonkers bitch
Taku's got them bass lines, 'bout to make the concrete split
So, take your attitude, leave at the door
You know the deal it's all love if you've seen it before
We throw bombs in the mosh seat, 40 your jaw
And when the motherfucker's screaming for more you give it to 'im like

[Chorus]

Like you're all illiteral like glaucoma victims
But the crowd bounce like there ain't a fucking stoner in em
We hit the road like the homeless and return like homin pigeons
Roll like a pig in shit
Black out like solar eclipses
My peeps leap fakeapones holding their stiches
When the front a housein the fallbacks banging
It's a given
Follow tradition
Get on the band wagon we pole position
Ain't giving an inch
And ain't willing to band em
No shilling em system
The pussies might as well be pulling a hair pulling an inch for your affect to happen, Ill's on a mission
I'm killing it, kick by swift kick to the gut
Run amuck
Couldn't give two fifths of a fuck
If the man ain't with em my foe going up
See man, make the system crunch your hands up like

[Chorus]

Terminat

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