Diesel Motion - Could It Really Be?

Could it really be…? Is the world gon’ see…? When the truth unfolds… Bruv, it’s all on me… Could it really be that the kid from the gutter now runs these streets? Could it really be that the beat in my chest turned flame to heat? I was deep in the cold, no heat, no luck, no sleep — just graft, bare grief, Now the whole block sings when I breathe, man a level up clean, turbo-mode, no grease. Fast-flow, reload, bruv I detonate, Life gave storms but I levitate, I was stuck in the rain — now I demonstrate How a boy from the block can accelerate. Mind like a razor, step with a laser, Speed Garage in the heart but the soul way braver, Grime in my blood, Trap in the chamber, Now I fuse whole genres when I’m twisting the fader. Could it really be I’m the chosen one? Or a broken one that just fought too long? Every L I took got woven on Into a crown now heavy like a loaded drum. Could it really be— I’m everything they said I’d never see? Could it really be— That the pain made strength, it was meant to be? Could it really be— That the kid got free from the misery? Bruv look close — look vividly — Man rose up so differently. Could it really be man shattered the cycle? Rise from the rubble like a vinyl idle, Needles on point, my life gone viral, Heartbeats sounding like a war drum rifle. Ten toes down in the frost like icin’, Hunger in the eyes, that’s real not typin’, Man took hits but I kept on stridin’, Lightning flow — no pen, just writin’. Turbo tongue like I’m dodgin’ time, Bars so quick man I blur the lines, Flow so sharp it could cut through crimes, Still stay humble, still read signs. I was knee-deep low where the demons roam, Dark in the flat with a freezer-cold phone, But I built my throne from the grief I owned, Now the beat hits hard like a speaker thrown. Could it really be— I’m everything they said I’d never see? Could it really be— That the pain made strength, it was meant to be? Could it really be— That the kid got free from the misery? Bruv look close — look vividly — Man rose up so differently. Maybe… maybe… Could it really be…? Bruv, it always was.