| Live and direct us, Crooked Eye directed
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| This life’s like a movie, these opening credits
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| 9 times as epic, white lines for breakfast
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| Low lives in presence, but the highlights is hectic
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| As I level measured up here with giants and legends
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| But I built it myself, just minding my business
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| Fuck I’m high as the jet is, shit I’m flying forget it
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| Shit I fall from grace, but shit I climb from the wreckage
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| Ain’t here to smash it, what you here for?
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| Shotgun summer cause suckas hit the rear door
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| Long as I hear applause, cheering me on
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| They like Illy, Illy, it’s yours, kill it, kill it
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| Let’s go, sure I don’t see why not
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| ONETWO my own label, now the deals signed off
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| I’m a franchise player, put my home team on
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| We toast to the winners with our own theme song
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| And ain’t no match for it, y’all act like it’s an accident
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| Me and Phizzle smashin' shit, it’s arrogant but accurate
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| 4 discs deep, they can wonder how
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| With all respect to the underground
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| We put it down my brother, black suit, black tie
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| Cue applause, kill the lights, welcome to opening night
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| We put it down my sister, we composed that score
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| Making silver screen records while they scream encore
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| And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond skills
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| Motion picture shit like we put it on film
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| We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
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| We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
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| Ain’t shit changed but the year and the album name
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| And the album number and the label, and the standards way up, anyway
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| I ain’t been gone that long, still missed y’all fam', couldn’t keep me from it
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| I promised to be right back, so here I am, run a track get a canter
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| And they still can’t keep up with the pace I set, matter fact they ‘bout to get
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| lapped
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| And already blessed with the grace to accept it, never that nah man never that
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| I don’t rush I’m prolific, I don’t give a fuck if they different
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| They just lazy, at a snails pace, still lucky they finished
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| Still leads us to the hoops they (?), for how I got ahead of them and I’m like
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| Hmm actually that’s probably true, fuck, forget it then
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| I’m a competitive son of a bitch, I got enough friends, fuck what you think
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| I’m on that I-L-L-Y ONETWO tip
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| No respect if none’s deserved, no glory if nothing earnt
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| With that I present to y’all the Nexis worth, of verses of my words
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| Rest assured, fourth time lucky, 2013
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| Viva la un deux dios mio, bitch we…
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| We put it down my brother, black suit, black tie
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| Cue applause, kill the lights, welcome to opening night
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| We put it down my sister, we composed that score
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| Making silver screen records while they scream encore
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| And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond skills
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| Motion picture shit like we put it on film
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| We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
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| We roll, we roll, we roll, we roll
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| The camera’s pop, snare’s snap, record’s crackle
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| Serial cinematic’s capture every angle
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| Peel that curtain back, see them wheels churning
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| Poetry in motion my dream works, I’m Spielberg’n
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| And I Tarantino the flow, lotta slick shit, pulp fiction
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| Adrenaline hit that dope, flatline then back to the living
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| Sh-Sh-Sh-Show of my life, hold your applause
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| Welcome to opening night |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opening Night , by - Illy. Song from the album Cinematic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп