Concrete

What up, what up!? Yeah, yeah!
Hehehe
It’s that concrete shit, you know what
I’m saying? You’ll be like yeahhh
You know what I’m saying? Word up

Ayo I think about the rap game
And Hip-Hop's life state
It makes my blood pressure rise
Like Maryland's crime rate
Rip through the city like the sense
Of false virility
From cats that clutch gats and
Lock down the vicinity a lyrical entity
That hold it down and never pretend to be
Something I'm not
Like crush rocks and bust Glock shots
But I've seen it
To the level where I began to fiend it
And now life is beckoned into reality
No need to dream it i, Step to the mic and
Rock heads like Mount Rushmore
Raid the spot like cops catchin'
A dealer tryna flush more down the drain
Liquor down the hash to drown the pain
I surpass sustain
Solidified within it's game
The king is dead
Long live the king now watch me reign
Spit fire that I obtain from
Leavin' the dragon slain
My name is logic but you may
Know me as young sinatra
The cat that brought ya
If I may say the illest of verses
Not yet classics but that will
Come as time disperses
Back in the 90's I was just a badass kid
Thank god for sparin' my life
And dogin' a bid
West Deer Park after dark I rep to the death
Gaithersburg high blastin music til I go deaf
Ninth grade on the constant pursuit
Just to get laid
Til' I finally got some pussy now
I'm trynna to get paid
Sold a lil bit something slight
Like nickels and dimes
But I ain't make enough
Said fuck it and stuck to the rhymes
As for my home situation
That shit was hard times
Came up on my own blocked out
The bad went into a zone
Acknowledged what it was but never
Let it consume my chromosomes
On the phone at like sixteen
With a lil hispanic hottie
Body like a ducati the type to get naughty
Now I’m twenty-one
Older and wiser but I ain’t perfect
Specially when that dark shit deep
Down hit the surface and ignite the art
Maintain speed rip it apart
Fuck a punchline this the shit
You feel in your heart
A young black man camouflaged in
The skin of another
When I converse with white folk
I feel like I’m undercover
Just a brother, tryna make it in America
I need a window seat somebody call Erykah
Bars like this, cause mass hysteria
Spread like malaria and quarintine your area
I squeeze at you emcees til
You weese and bury ya
Alive, like Beatrix Kiddo that’s a Kill Bill
Shit now run it back and relive the riddle
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