Two Degrees-Illy

[00:01.422]作曲：Erik Madrid/Jorge Gutierrez/Simon Cohen/Joe Carra [00:03.197]作词：Illy [00:05.250] [00:09.821]Word to Obama [00:11.486]Ain't no revolutions, I just move it two degrees [00:14.280]Then two degrees, then two degrees [00:16.661]Real influence, lead by example not decree [00:19.067]I keep my focus tied to the music and not a scene [00:22.133]And I've been through it all, just doing this for sport [00:24.862]I'm kind of getting bored of beating the top score, y'all [00:27.678]It's Illy man, Baysides boy, Nepean made [00:30.057]Roamed, wasn't built in a day, this started '98 [00:32.940]Since a kid, been scribbling, repping the citadel [00:35.731]No one's selling out, it's 2016, what's left to sell? [00:38.517]But they'll buy into lies despite all the times I could tell [00:41.281]Where I turned my back on the money and ran like Dave Chapelle [00:44.266]One man army, king of my own mind, a warrior Dothraki [00:48.365]I'm throwing my own party, hall pass it out at class [00:51.236]Greener pasture calling part of me [00:52.773]Quote JC, "Bro, they're Commodores to a Ferrari" [00:55.556]Vroom vroom, click clacking, chh-chh, straight dapper [00:58.005]Run rings, been lapping there and back around the block [01:00.757]And I got my plan B in the end, if s**t happens [01:03.879]That said, name a law firm hiring ex-rappers? [01:07.456]This ain't no revolution, I just move it two degrees [01:10.088]Then two degrees, then two degrees [01:12.432]'Cause at this point I'm sick of success, did it to death [01:14.918]I'll do it for life, **** it, this the s**t I do best [01:17.407]And I been sick since Vickick, little lunch and Pikachus [01:21.007]Man, since show and tell, I show and proved [01:23.123]Real life's the interlude, flashback to my folks' living room [01:26.170]Me at the dinner table whispering [01:28.067]Through long-forgotten lyrics and verses, my folks on the couch [01:31.735]While The Bill or Midsomer Murders play feet away on the tube [01:34.547]Headphones on, Discman on loop, LimeWire instrumentals [01:37.386]Finally gave your boy a platform to rip into [01:40.229]I've learned if it ain't genuine, that image s**t'll limit you [01:42.802]This my story, against all odds, turned a dream into what I do [01:46.989]No revolution, I just moved it two degrees [01:49.218]Then two degrees, then two degrees [01:51.829]From BMXing over McKinnon tracks [01:54.090]Up and down Frankston line, bag packed with Dilly bags [01:56.805]Every school night, without fail, save those for the classes [01:59.563]Can't say the same for rap, I'm all Ws like Pac, ***** [02:02.617]Son of Bill and Rose, stoned on the last city-bound, homes [02:05.694]Me for years, BPS, one eye on the coppers in plain clothes [02:09.041]Can't count, close call, forks in the road, on fingers and toes [02:12.218]**** it, my luck rode and so, put it all out on the table [02:16.410]Like it's '05, just me myself and I, digi scales [02:19.066]A plateful of bad news and a peace sign for the faithful [02:21.840]'Cause the past don't define you, even if it creates you [02:24.954]Curly Wurlys and grape juice, I'd rhyme 'til my face blue [02:27.683]I'd die just to break through, met writers on the way [02:30.526]Me, Lup and Jimmy Nice, bumping Kanye down Chapel Street [02:33.311]Phrase shotgun, with a pound under the driver's seat [02:36.767]It weren't no revolution, I just moved it two degrees [02:39.348]Then two degrees, then two degrees [02:41.131]Through life, I've hunted gigs, man, I fought to progress [02:44.013]And turn this s**t into a shot, no auto-correct [02:46.639]If I went back to beginnings, I'd tell me, "Kid, you do you [02:49.414]Though you'll learn the hard way, trust me, kid, you'll improve" [02:52.459]And I wonder how much the younger me would trip if he knew [02:55.274]Some of my close-to-centre dudes we grew up listenin·····g to [02:58.291]How sick is that? Illy-Illy and Phizzle on the track [03:01.603]One last time for the dynamic duo, man [03:03.829]Fizzle spazzed, hit the gas, red flag turned chequered [03:06.275]Ain't an LP, bro, this our victory lap [03:09.022]Cut the check, you can bet that the smart money says [03:11.875]Phazes' got next, the way he got now, the way he had then [03:14.856]Road for ten years, wherever the s**t take him [03:17.689]That's my brother for life, and I say the same about Flagrant [03:20.639]Look, it weren't no revolution, we just moved it two degrees [03:23.971]Then two degrees, then two degrees [03:26.019]From undercut to a mop, underdog to a God [03:28.900]Understated to major, unemployed to a boss [03:31.410]Title-winning form, give it all, catch a breath, then applaud [03:34.659]Ask me what I'm in it for? Forty-love, tennis score [03:37.373]Always been game over, summer so I guess I took their spot [03:40.481]Well, too bad, 'cause I ain't giving it back [03:42.843]Zoomed out from a pin on the map to bigger pictures [03:45.506]Had my share of indirect jabs and Twitter fingers [03:48.338]Still carry my city with me, every ounce that I give ya [03:51.067]This that west of the freeway, this that south of the river [03:53.882]And when I say goodbye and my number get retired [03:56.837]Hang my jersey off the Rialto and let it ride [03:59.573]Apologise for none of that, and real rep real [04:02.125]So when you see him, just tell him Al said to holler back, wassup [04:07.341]