Two Degrees
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Hip-Hop
Two Degreesは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2016年11月11日にWM AustraliaによりリリースされましたTwo Degrees
メロディック度
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ヴァランス
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ダンサビリティ
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エネルギー
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BPM85
ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Illy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Murray
Composer
Linda Creed
Composer
Thomas Bell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
M-Phazes
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Word to Obama
[Verse 2]
Ain't no revolutions, I just move at two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Real influence lead by example
Not decree
I'm kind of getting bored of beating the top score
Y'all are Tilly, man, Bayside's boring to PMA
Rome wasn't built in a day, this started '98
Y'all are ???tillie'd man, Bayside's boring to PMA
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 bind up lies despite all the times I could tell
Whole posse'd out the clock, screen and pass
You calling part of me, quit JC Bird, they come in doors to the Ferrari
Vroom-vroom, click-rattle, sh-sh
Whole posse'd out the clock, screen and pass
You calling part of me, quit JC Bird, they close my doors to the Ferrari
Vrum Vrum click rattle shoosh shoosh
Straight dapper, rhyme brings been rapping
This ain't a revolution, I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Said a point, I'm sick of success, did it to death
This ain't a revolution, I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Said a point, I'm sick of success
Real life's the interlude
I'll do it for life, fuck it this is shit I do best
Me at the dinner table whispering
Man, since show-and-tell and sure improve
Real life's the interlude
Play feet away on the tube
Me at the dinner table whispering
For love of getting lyrics and verses
My folks on the couch while the ??? bill of mid-summer murders
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
I've learned that if it ain't genuine that image shit will 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
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
Son of building words, stoned on the last city bound homes
Save those for the classes
Could I say the same for rap
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
Son of building words, stoned on the last city bound home's navy
Like it's '05 just me, myself and I
Digi scales, a plate full of bad news and a peace sign for the faithful
Fuck it, my block murdered so
Put it all out on the table
Like it's '05 just me, myself and I
Me, Loop and Jimmy Nines bumping Kanye
Down Chapel Street, Fray's shotgun
With a pound under the driver's seat
I weren't a revolution, I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
True life, five hundred gigs, man, I fought to progress
I weren't a revolution I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
[Verse 3]
What's left to sell?
But they'll bind up lies despite all the times I could tell
Whole posse'd out the clock, screen and pass
You calling part of me, quit JC Bird, they come in doors to the Ferrari
Vroom-vroom, click-rattle, sh-sh
Whole posse'd out the clock, screen and pass
You calling part of me, quit JC Bird, they close my doors to the Ferrari
Vrum Vrum click rattle shoosh shoosh
Straight dapper, rhyme brings been rapping
This ain't a revolution, I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Said a point, I'm sick of success, did it to death
[Verse 4]
This ain't a revolution, I just move it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
Said a point, I'm sick of success
Real life's the interlude
I'll do it for life, fuck it this is shit I do best
Me at the dinner table whispering
Man, since show-and-tell and sure improve
Real life's the interlude
Play feet away on the tube
Me at the dinner table whispering
For love of getting lyrics and verses
My folks on the couch while the ??? bill of mid-summer murders
This my story, against all odds turned a dream into what I do
[Verse 5]
No revolution I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
I've learned that if it ain't genuine that image shit will 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
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
Son of building words, stoned on the last city bound homes
Save those for the classes
Could I say the same for rap
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
Son of building words, stoned on the last city bound home's navy
Like it's '05 just me, myself and I
Digi scales, a plate full of bad news and a peace sign for the faithful
Fuck it, my block murdered so
Put it all out on the table
Like it's '05 just me, myself and I
Me, Loop and Jimmy Nines bumping Kanye
Down Chapel Street, Fray's shotgun
With a pound under the driver's seat
I weren't a revolution, I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
True life, five hundred gigs, man, I fought to progress
[Verse 6]
I've learned that if it ain't genuine that image shit will 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
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
Son of building words, stoned on the last city bound homes
Save those for the classes
Could I say the same for rap
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
Son of building words, stoned on the last city bound home's navy
Like it's '05 just me, myself and I
Digi scales, a plate full of bad news and a peace sign for the faithful
Fuck it, my block murdered so
Put it all out on the table
Like it's '05 just me, myself and I
Me, Loop and Jimmy Nines bumping Kanye
Down Chapel Street, Fray's shotgun
With a pound under the driver's seat
I weren't a revolution, I just moved it two degrees
Then two degrees, then two degrees
[Verse 7]
From BMXing over McKinnon tracks
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
Son of building words, stoned on the last city bound homes
Save those for the classes
Could I say the same for rap
With more Ws that 'Pac, bitch
[Verse 8]
True life, 500 gigs man I'm fault to progress
Though you'll learn the hard way, trust me
Kid, you'll improve
Kid you do you
Though you'll learn the hard way, trust me
Kid, you'll improve
Illy Illy Amphizzle on the track
Some of my closest center dudes we grew up listening to
Man, Fizzle spaz, hit the gas
Red flag turned checkered
One last time for the dynamic duo
Fiz'll spaz, hit the gas
The smart money says, faces got necks to weigh
Got now the way I had then
Word, for ten years, wherever the shit take him
The smart money says, faces got necks to weigh
Got now the way I had then
Word for 10 years wherever the shit take him
Then two degrees, then two degrees
[Verse 9]
Kid, you'll improve
Illy Illy Amphizzle on the track
Some of my closest center dudes we grew up listening to
Man, Fizzle spaz, hit the gas
Red flag turned checkered
One last time for the dynamic duo
Fiz'll spaz, hit the gas
The smart money says, faces got necks to weigh
Got now the way I had then
Word, for ten years, wherever the shit take him
The smart money says, faces got necks to weigh
Got now the way I had then
[Verse 10]
From undercut to embark
Underdog to a God
Understated to major
Unemployed to a boss
Underdog to a God
Understated to major
Unimportant to a bust
Title winning funk, give a dump, catch your breath
Then the plug, ask me what I'm in it for
Well, too bad, 'cause I ain't giving it back
Zoomed out from my pen on the map
To bigger pictures
Well too bad, 'cause I ain't giving it back
Zoomed out from my pen on the map
To bigger pictures
It's that west of the freeway, this that south of the river
Still carry my city with me
Hang my jersey off the Rialto and let it ride
It's that west of the freeway this that south of the river
And when I say goodbye and my number get retired
What's up?
Apologize for none of that
And real rep real so when you see him tell him Al said to holler back
Tsup?
Written by: A. Murray, Linda Creed, Thomas Bell
