Put 'Em in the Air - Illy

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»