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