[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
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[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
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