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LOGIC : Concrete lyrics

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LOGIC lyrics : "Concrete"

What up, what up!?
Yeah, yeah!

It's that concrete %#@!, you know what I'm saying? You'll be like yeahhh, you know what I'm saying?
Word up

[Verse 1]
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 its 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 #[email protected] now I'm trynna to get paid
Sold a lil bit something slight like nickels and dimes

But I ain't make enough, said $#&@ it and stuck to the rhymes
As for my home situation, that %#@! 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 %#@! deep down hit the surface
And ignite the art, maintain speed rip it apart

$#&@ a punchline this the %#@! 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

%#@! now run it back and relive the riddle

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