COULD IT B3 Lyrics

Could it be

That I'm the illest mothafucka

To go ahead grab the mic

I know my flow is stupid tight

Still I remember all those nights

When I was riddled with doubt

I really wanna scream

But I never seem to let it out (out)

Could it be

That I don't even have a clue

Or I got nothing else to do

Maybe I never wanted to rap

But the music got my back

Maybe I'm meant to pay my dues

This my karma

This my blues

This my jazz

Like Stockton

I'm locked in

I'm focused

I used to be so hopeless

Feel this my magnum opus

Or maybe it's some psychosis

I know that I'm so ferocious

Though more powerful when calm

Harness energy in my palms

All the synergy of the psalms

All the time you spent alone

But you were never actually alone

Back then I used to wish a stray bullet

Would just hit my dome

This what meant to happen all along

Throughout the growing pains

I'm staying strong

Used to be some pawn

In a manipulative game

But I ain't moving like chess

Get this inner work off my chest

In myself I'll invest

Yet this some gift and a curse

Should've been driven off in a hearse

Surely I been blessed

No need to digest regrets

Could it be

That I'm the illest mothafucka

To go ahead grab the mic

I know my flow is stupid tight

Still I remember all those nights

When I was riddled with doubt

I really wanna scream

But I never seem to let it out (out)

Could it be that I'm sabotaging myself

All the symbols and the signs

What do they mean?

Thinking to myself out loud

And I won't back down

There's no going back now

I'm taking my own route (route)

Hold up

Wait a minute

Think I'm way too fucking driven

Cuz I still need gas

An I gotta make a living

Think I'm moving too fast

In an artificial world

Made of glass

Amidst the chaos I'm gon learn to dance

I've never felt more alive and also so prepared to die

At the same time

Imma roll the dice

Cause this feeling sublime

Used to have a fear of heights

Plenty vivid vice

And I never took advice

Guess I'm my own guiding light

I know I might trigger some people

Cause this flow is fully automatic

Staring down the barrel

Spitting foam

I ain't static

Took an oath

That Hippocratic

This organic

Cultivated from the cosmos

It's all mathematics

Could it be

That I'm the illest mothafucka

To go ahead grab the mic

I know my flow is stupid tight

Still I remember all those nights

When I was riddled with doubt

I really wanna scream

But I never seem to let it out (out)

Could it be that I'm sabotaging myself

All the symbols and the signs

What do they mean?

Thinking to myself out loud

And I won't back down

There's no going back now

I'm taking my own route (route)