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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//
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, 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 rhymebook 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 snowballs chance//
aint 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//
im 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 boombap as a parting gift//
thanks for that, i took it, ran with it and i never looked back//
pu my patch smack bang on a map, Burn city where you at?//

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//

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 aint acting what im not knowing that i don't, never that//
i take none of this for granted, the privilege aint 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 im on the roads 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'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//

i took my hobby made a job of it, and honest//
you see the plane over your head, or tune into the j's, man im probably on it//
but still broke mate, my quotables//
have earnt 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 aint easy with a size 8//
the time took to refresh the page//
stood on our yesterdays triumphs leapt fences in the way, now//
Dannys international, Phazes international//
J-Skubs a genius, Phrase is an animal//
Flagos the business, me, im 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 aint 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'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//

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It's illy illy, 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 rhymebook 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 snowballs chance//
aint 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//
im 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 boombap as a parting gift//
thanks for that, i took it, ran with it and i never looked back//
pu my patch smack bang on a 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 aint acting what im not knowing that i don't, never that//
i take none of this for granted, the privilege aint 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 im on the roads 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 over your head, or tune into the j's, man im probably on it//
but still broke mate, my quotables//
have earnt 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 aint easy with a size 8//
the time took to refresh the page//
stood on our yesterdays triumphs leapt fences in the way, now//
Dannys international, Phazes international//
J-Skubs a genius, Phrase is an animal//
Flagos the business, me, im 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 aint 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//