No Concrete

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Witchdoctopus

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Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete
Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat
I've been working all night while y'all sleep
No producer, no team, boy. It's all me
People freakin out about another hurricane
Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same
Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday
Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid

I ain't on to the andale
I get ill, then it's bombs away
Still chill where my momma stay
Never give a f*ck boy any time of day
You just give me the right a way, boy, you really just child's play
Type to file a case, instead of get real, boy, just get real, boy
You fuckin Pinocchio, lyin like you dope
Still smokin' on me, you would overdose
This is exit music, I hope you choke, then go comatose

So ferocious my poem is, I know the shit
It goes amiss, I hope you get
Lowered quick or blown a kiss
Cause ignorance is bliss and your is more than this
I'm going dumb like I'm on the bay, waterfront, promenade
Follow me to the tippy top, but don't hitch the cock
I already got the wordplay. Beats realign your vertebrate
Certainly, even though you ain't heard of me. My verbs release
In the physical cause I really do it
And I make music so you can move silly to it
We'll be groovin, me, myself, and I till the end of all time
But that's just when we stop counting the seconds
I'm bout that wild hustle and reckless.
Yet control every muscle and neck twitch
Melody and drums in my section
There's felonies and drugs in elections
So don't be selling me no love or rejection

Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete
Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat
I've been working all night while y'all sleep
No producer, no team, boy. It's all me
People freakin out about another hurricane
Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same
Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday
Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid

Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete
Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat
I've been working all night while y'all sleep
No producer, no team, boy. It's all me
People freakin out about another hurricane
Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same
Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday
Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid

I'm just doing what I wanna do
And I'm smoking marijuana too
RIP my mama, dude
What you wanna do

Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete
Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat
I've been working all night while y'all sleep
No producer, no team, boy. It's all me
People freakin out about another hurricane
Born and raised Panhandle, man. It's all the same
Y'all are lame, fallin' prey to the holiday
Spendin' money out of fear, tell me why are y'all afraid

I ain't on to the andale
I get ill, then it's bombs away
Still chill where my momma stay
Never give a f*ck boy any time of day
You just give me the right a way, boy, you really just child's play

Yeah, I come from the dirty. No concrete
Backwood nitty gritty on a bomb beat

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