Opening Night Lyrics & Tabs by Illy
Opening Night
guitar chords lyrics
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
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
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…
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 (?)
Flat line then back to the living
Sh-Sh-Sh-Show of my life
Hold your applause, welcome to opening night
