Illy - Guess I Could lyrics

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! [Chorus:] I'd say I'm back but I never left And I could say I'm right but I never guessed I could talk sh** 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 sh** 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 Soph*more slump not happening, chump Still ride through the Frankston line, in my VX System cranked to all f**, 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 sh**, just talented producers Fizzle we still k**ing 'em, before he hit the tarmac to split Left me some cla**ic 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? [Chorus] 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. [Chorus] 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 quotables Have earned me self-satisfaction and a few beers at my local Slice of humble pie, sh** 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 bullsh** big sh** 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 gla** for my graduating cla** like [Chorus] 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 sh**'s for loser, mate Man, I ain't even give you time to miss me, man Straight back into it sh**, I ain't even left the booth since "Long Story Short", man We do this sh** like no one else does it Crooked eye, mate