[Verse 1: Illy (Suffa)] What up world? How's this for a statement of intent? What up Hilltops? (Yo, Illy-Illy Al, check!) 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 Hotham [Verse 2: Suffa (Pressure)] Swing from a building like King Kong Eat em' up and, spit out a p**y like some Thailand ping pong Monstrous, Nietzsche: God k**er, godzilla Controversial like Ice-T dropping cop k**er 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) [Hook: Pressure, Illy and Suffa] 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 Coming down, we're coming down! We're coming... [Verse 3: Pressure (Illy)] 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 [Verse 4: Illy & Suffa] 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 [Hook: Pressure, Illy and Suffa] 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 Coming down, we're coming down! We're coming... [Verse 5: Suffa (Illy)] 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 sh** 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 [Verse 6: Pressure (Illy)] 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 [Verse 7: Illy (Pressure)] 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 f** my music I'm on a track with the hoods what the f** ya'll doing [Hook: Pressure, Illy and Suffa] 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 Coming down, we're coming down! We're coming...