作曲 : A Murray/Linda Creed/Thomas Bell 作曲：Erik Madrid/Jorge Gutierrez/Simon Cohen/Joe Carra 作词：Illy
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 s**t 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, **** it, this the s**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 s**t'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, ***** 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 **** 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 'til 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 s**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 listenin·····g 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 s**t 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
[00:00.000] 作曲 : A Murray/Linda Creed/Thomas Bell [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]
