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Two Degrees

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Two Degrees was released on November 11, 2016 by WM Australia as a part of the album Two Degrees

Song Details

AlbumTwo Degrees

Release DateNovember 11, 2016

LabelWM Australia

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM85

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Illy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

A. Murray

Composer

Linda Creed

Composer

Thomas Bell

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Erik Madrid

Mixing Engineer

M-Phazes

Producer

Lyrics

[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

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