Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opening Night, artist - Illy. Album song Cinematic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ONETWO
Song language: English
Opening Night |
| 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 |