Illy - Two Degrees lyrics
[Illy - Two Degrees lyrics]
Word to Obama
Ain't no revolutions
I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
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 pass it out at class
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 shit happens
That said, name a law firm hiring ex rappers?
This ain't no revolution
I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
'Cause at this point I'm sick of success
Did it to death
I'll do it for life, fuck it
This the shit 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 shit'll limit you
This my story, against all odds
Turned a dream into what I do
No revolution, I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
From BMXing over McKinnon tracks
Up and down Frankston line
Bag packed with Dilly bags
Every school night, without fail
Save those for the classes
Can't say the same for rap
I'm all Ws like Pac, bitch
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
Fuck 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
Bumping Kanye down Chapel Street
Phrase shotgun
With a pound under the driver's seat
It weren't no revolution
I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Through life, I've hunted gigs, man
I fought to progress
And turn this shit 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 shit take him
That's my brother for life
And I say the same about Flagrant
Look, it weren't no revolution
We just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
From undercut to a mop, underdog to a God
Understated to major, unemployed to a boss
Title-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, wassup
Ain't no revolutions
I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
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 pass it out at class
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 shit happens
That said, name a law firm hiring ex rappers?
This ain't no revolution
I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
'Cause at this point I'm sick of success
Did it to death
I'll do it for life, fuck it
This the shit 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 shit'll limit you
This my story, against all odds
Turned a dream into what I do
No revolution, I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
From BMXing over McKinnon tracks
Up and down Frankston line
Bag packed with Dilly bags
Every school night, without fail
Save those for the classes
Can't say the same for rap
I'm all Ws like Pac, bitch
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
Fuck 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
Bumping Kanye down Chapel Street
Phrase shotgun
With a pound under the driver's seat
It weren't no revolution
I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Through life, I've hunted gigs, man
I fought to progress
And turn this shit 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 shit take him
That's my brother for life
And I say the same about Flagrant
Look, it weren't no revolution
We just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
From undercut to a mop, underdog to a God
Understated to major, unemployed to a boss
Title-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, wassup