Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coming Down , by - Illy. Song from the album Cinematic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ONETWO
Song language: English
Coming Down |
| 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 |