Lyrics Put 'Em in the Air - Illy

Put 'Em in the Air

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Illy, Illy, Taku on the beat
Let’s go!
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
All right
Bad man, bitch, more banded than bandwidth
Tell the forum to suck ballbags
Run the track, no Caulfield or Randwick
But puttin' down like a pure bred holds its advantage
Gold ain’t your average, neck up and quit
Gave your disc half a minute, mate, fucking skip
Stiff upper lip, buds piss off
Or bunker down before the clique bum rush your gig
Before something give 'cause my crew
Have accomplished, accomplices on some shit
The real rascals, we bonkers bitch, Taku
Got them basslines, 'bout to make the concrete split
So, take the attitude, leave at the door
It’s all love, you know the deal if you’d seen it before
We throw bombs in the mosh, C4 your jaw
And when the motherfucker’s screaming for more you give it to 'em 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 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
Like you rolled in literal like glaucoma victims
But the crowd bounce like there ain’t a single fucking stoner in 'em
We hit the road like the homeless
And return like homing pigeons, roll like a pig in shit
Black out like solar eclipses
My peeps leap fake Capones holding their stitches
When the front of house and 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 system
These pussies might as well be hair pulling and pinchin'
For all the affect they’re havin', Ill’s on a mission
I’m killing it, swift kick to the gut
Run amock, couldn’t give two fifths of a fuck
If the man ain’t with 'em my foe going
Sound man, make the system crunch, your hands up 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 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
«Throw your hands in the air-
«Throw your hands in the air-
«Hands in the air-
«Hands in the air-
«Throw your hands in the air-
«Hands in the air-
«Throw your hands in the air, let the truth be revealed»