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two degrees - illy lyrics

[intro]
word to obama

[chorus]
ain’t no revolutions, i just move it two degrees
then two degrees, then two degrees

[verse 1]
real influence, lead by example not decree
i keep my focus tied to the music and not a scene
and i’ve been through it all, just doing this for sport
i’m kind of getting bored of beating the top score, y’all
it’s illy man, baysides boy, nepean made
roamed, wasn’t built in a day, this started ’98
since a kid, been scribbling, repping the citadel
no one’s selling out, it’s 2016, what’s left to sell?
but they’ll buy into lies despite all the times i could tell
where i turned my back on the money and ran like dave chapelle
one man army, king of my own mind, a warrior dothraki
i’m throwing my own party, hall p-ss it out at cl-ss
greener pasture calling part of me
quote jc, “bro, they’re commodores to a ferrari”
vroom vroom, click clacking, chh-chh, straight dapper
run rings, been lapping there and back around the block
and i got my plan b in the end, if sh-t happens
that said, name a law firm hiring ex-rappers?

[chorus]
this ain’t no revolution, i just move it two degrees
then two degrees, then two degrees

[verse 2]
’cause at this point i’m sick of success, did it to death
i’ll do it for life, f-ck it, this the sh-t i do best
and i been sick since vickick, little lunch and pikachus
man, since show and tell, i show and proved
real life’s the interlude, flashback to my folks’ living room
me at the dinner table whispering
through long-forgotten lyrics and verses, my folks on the couch
while the bill or midsomer murders play feet away on the tube
headphones on, discman on loop, limewire instrumentals
finally gave your boy a platform to rip into
i’ve learned if it ain’t genuine, that image sh-t’ll limit you
this my story, against all odds, turned a dream into what i do

[chorus]
no revolution, i just moved it two degrees
then two degrees, then two degrees

[verse 3]
from bmxing over mckinnon tracks
up and down frankston line, bag packed with dilly bags
every school night, without fail, save those for the cl-sses
can’t say the same for rap, i’m all ws like pac, b-tch
son of bill and rose, stoned on the last city-bound, homes
me for years, bps, one eye on the coppers in plain clothes
can’t count, close call, forks in the road, on fingers and toes
f-ck it, my luck rode and so, put it all out on the table
like it’s ’05, just me myself and i, digi scales
a plateful of bad news and a peace sign for the faithful
’cause the past don’t define you, even if it creates you
curly wurlys and grape juice, i’d rhyme till my face blue
i’d die just to break through, met writers on the way
me, lup and jimmy nice, b-mping kanye down chapel street
phrase shotgun, with a pound under the driver’s seat

[chorus]
it weren’t no revolution, i just moved it two degrees
then two degrees, then two degrees

[verse 4]
through life, i’ve hunted gigs, man, i fought to progress
and turn this sh-t into a shot, no auto-correct
if i went back to beginnings, i’d tell me, “kid, you do you
though you’ll learn the hard way, trust me, kid, you’ll improve”
and i wonder how much the younger me would trip if he knew
some of my close-to-centre dudes we grew up listening to
how sick is that? illy-illy and phizzle on the track
one last time for the dynamic duo, man
fizzle spazzed, hit the gas, red flag turned chequered
ain’t an lp, bro, this our victory lap
cut the check, you can bet that the smart money says
phazes’ got next, the way he got now, the way he had then
road for ten years, wherever the sh-t take him
that’s my brother for life, and i say the same about flagrant

[chorus]
look, it weren’t no revolution, we just moved it two degrees
then two degrees, then two degrees

[verse 5]
from undercut to a mop, underdog to a god
understated to major, unemployed to a boss
t-tle-winning form, give it all, catch a breath, then applaud
ask me what i’m in it for? forty-love, tennis score
always been game over, summer so i guess i took their spot
well, too bad, ’cause i ain’t giving it back
zoomed out from a pin on the map to bigger pictures
had my share of indirect jabs and twitter fingers
still carry my city with me, every ounce that i give ya
this that west of the freeway, this that south of the river
and when i say goodbye and my number get retired
hang my jersey off the rialto and let it ride
apologise for none of that, and real rep real
so when you see him, just tell him al said to holler back, w-ssup

- illy lyrics

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