Opening Night - Illy

Live and direct us, Crooked Eye directed

This life’s like a movie, these opening credits

9 times as epic, white lines for breakfast

Low lives in presence, but the highlights is hectic

As I level measured up here with giants and legends

But I built it myself, just minding my business

Fuck I’m high as the jet is, shit I’m flying forget it

Shit I fall from grace, but shit I climb from the wreckage

Ain’t here to smash it, what you here for?

Shotgun summer cause suckas hit the rear door

Long as I hear applause, cheering me on

They like Illy, Illy, it’s yours, kill it, kill it

Let’s go, sure I don’t see why not

ONETWO my own label, now the deals signed off

I’m a franchise player, put my home team on

We toast to the winners with our own theme song

And ain’t no match for it, y’all act like it’s an accident

Me and Phizzle smashin' shit, it’s arrogant but accurate

4 discs deep, they can wonder how

With all respect to the underground

We put it down my brother, black suit, black tie

Cue applause, kill the lights, welcome to opening night

We put it down my sister, we composed that score

Making silver screen records while they scream encore

And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond skills

Motion picture shit like we put it on film

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

Ain’t shit changed but the year and the album name

And the album number and the label, and the standards way up, anyway

I ain’t been gone that long, still missed y’all fam', couldn’t keep me from it

I promised to be right back, so here I am, run a track get a canter

And they still can’t keep up with the pace I set, matter fact they ‘bout to get

lapped

And already blessed with the grace to accept it, never that nah man never that

I don’t rush I’m prolific, I don’t give a fuck if they different

They just lazy, at a snails pace, still lucky they finished

Still leads us to the hoops they (?), for how I got ahead of them and I’m like

Hmm actually that’s probably true, fuck, forget it then

I’m a competitive son of a bitch, I got enough friends, fuck what you think

I’m on that I-L-L-Y ONETWO tip

No respect if none’s deserved, no glory if nothing earnt

With that I present to y’all the Nexis worth, of verses of my words

Rest assured, fourth time lucky, 2013

Viva la un deux dios mio, bitch we…

We put it down my brother, black suit, black tie

Cue applause, kill the lights, welcome to opening night

We put it down my sister, we composed that score

Making silver screen records while they scream encore

And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond skills

Motion picture shit like we put it on film

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

The camera’s pop, snare’s snap, record’s crackle

Serial cinematic’s capture every angle

Peel that curtain back, see them wheels churning

Poetry in motion my dream works, I’m Spielberg’n

And I Tarantino the flow, lotta slick shit, pulp fiction

Adrenaline hit that dope, flatline then back to the living

Sh-Sh-Sh-Show of my life, hold your applause

Welcome to opening night