Guess I Could - Illy

Yeah, I’mma let these other dudes talk about how they’re the best

I’m just gonna get right into it and prove it

Phazes you ready?

Then let’s go!

I’d say I’m back but I never left

And I could say I’m right but I never guessed

I could talk shit for days but I never would

But I could if I wanted, yeah I guess I could

I’d say I’m back but I never left

And I could say I’m right but I never guessed

I could talk shit for days but I never would

But I could if I wanted, yeah I guess I could

It’s Illy Illy, yeah I’m back again, backing it up

Sophomore slump not happening, chump

Still ride through the Frankston line, in my VX

System cranked to all fuck, black cap with the hoodie up

I got 'em tripping like I stuck my foot out

Turnaround so quick, cause it reads so sick, that my rhyme book is hard to put

down

But its always a safe bet

That anything I put out’s how hip-hop should sound

They used to tell me my vocal chords didn’t warrant a snowball’s chance

Ain’t got a snowball no more man

I got an avalanche

Look at what I created with my two bare hands, when given half a chance

I’m representing the future

So I don’t need no guest verses to prove shit, just talented producers

Fizzle we still killing 'em, before he hit the tarmac to split

Left me some classic boom bap as a parting gift

Thanks for that, I took it, ran with it and I never looked back

Put my patch smack bang on the map, Burn city where you at?

Raised middle finger to your raised nose

Home sweet home on a beat, I make 'em move like the rates rose

I know whats up, whats nothing and what matters most

I ain’t acting what I’m not knowing that I don’t, never that

I take none of this for granted, the privilege ain’t lost on me

Its common knowledge any minute it could stop, (sheeiit)

So even when humility is tossed

With the brags, still always thanks given for the props

In this chase that I’m on the road’s steep

I could tell you bout the peaks, the lows, little bit about the nosebleeds

A little bit about weekends on no sleep

Or jumping depends with both feet

But its worth it for my folks smile when I tell them bout my nights

Or the front row reciting back every single line

Or the people thanking me for the lyrics that I write

You pretty much validate the last decade of my life

Humble thank you, for round 2 I’ve been run ragged but I must add

don’t call it a comeback, cause umm, yea, about that.

I took my hobby made a job of it, and honest

You see the plane in the sky, or tune into the j’s, man I’m probably on it

Still broke mate, my «ables

Have earned me self-satisfaction and a few beers at my local

Slice of humble pie, shit I lick the plate dry, but hey

Not being big headed ain’t easy with a size 8

Time took to refresh the page

We stood on our yesterdays triumphs leaped fences in the way, now

Danny’s international, Phaze’s international

J-Skubs a genius, Phrase is an animal

Flagos the business, me, I’m kicking goals from a distance

Crooked Eye on that bullshit big shit

I’m like a proud brother, watching all my peers doing it

Still get a kick when kids say my music influenced 'em

I promise i wont stop

Until it ain’t just the fellas who be getting my lyrics tattoo’d on em

I celebrate the past

But cant wait for the future to start, raise a glass for my graduating class

like

I ain’t like you rappers

I’m back

I don’t need to tell everybody in a song how I’m the best

That shit’s for loser, mate

Man, I ain’t even give you time to miss me, man

Straight back into it

Shit, I ain’t even left the booth since «Long Story Short», man

We do this shit like no one else does it

Crooked eye, mate