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Two Degrees
(专辑: Two Degrees - 2016)
(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 off beating the
top score y'all It's Illy [?] Rome 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 Right-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 [?] bro, they commodores to a
Ferrari Vroom vroom, click clacking, 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 improve 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 [?], stoned on the
last city bound homes Me for years, BPS-1, I
on the
Coppas in plain clothes Can't count, close call, forks in the
road, on fingers and toes Fuck it, my luck growed And so, put it all out on the
table Like it's '05, just me myself and I
[?] are played for the
bad news and a
peace sign for the
faithful 'Cause the
past don't define you even if it creates you Curly Wurlies and grape juice, I'd rhyme 'till my face blue I'd die just to break through, met writers on the
way Me looping Jimmy Nice, bumping Kanye down Chapel street [?] 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 fizzle on the
track One last time for the
dynamic duo man Fizzle spaz'd, hit the
gas, red flag turned checkered 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 [?] Look, it weren't no revolution, we just moved it two degrees Then two degrees, then two degrees From undercut to a
[?], 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 I
said to holler back, wassup
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