Clock In, Clock Out

[Verse 1: Concrete Cee]
Berlin City's best rhymes from the essence, designed by a mind stressin'
In times divided by the fine line of intention
Why I write bars? - Modern minds decline descension
To a life of crime that can't provide a pension, might I mention

No Star Trek - But I'm definitely on an Enterprise mission
Focused on steady climbin', busters die sniffin'
While I'm splittin' my pie with real people of the craft
Payin' dues, solidifyin' my position

Fuck an entourage, I build networks
Get with Con or feel shitted on in the next verse
Nevermind bitches, mind on my business
You fuck with that, get found with the fishes like what is ya net worth?

Like Prop Joe - I want everybody to eat
But unlike him - I sense a Marlo's plottin' on me
How I know? - Keep one eye in the rear, one in the front
Know all 48 laws, but I'm only applyin' some

Livin' by a code, even if dyin' broke was my fate
With pride in my chest, I'd stroll to the gate
Real talk, fuck everyone in my life
That wasn't involved in a positive way, that's all I say

[Hook: Concrete Cee]
Better give him yards, when you see him comin'
It's a call to arms, better keep runnin'
Look in his eyes, realize he's in assault mode
Ain't no tellin' how it's gonna go

And when the money low, the fridge bare, trust
That this man is going for his, ain't nuthin' to discuss
Bet your last, I ain't coming home with empty hands
Been at the bottom, I ain't planning to go back again

[Verse 2: Concrete Cee]
I'm in assault mode, blazing new trails at any crossroad
Still paying respect to the legends that went before though
Approach is hard-nosed, God knows people in the US
And UK feel the foreign flows Con shows

If it's a battle and you're in the front row
I'm the wildcard the man you put money on isn't goin' for
You just a spectator - The last album I made
Was a call to arms against the scene, you stood still

I guess you react later, all it takes is flashing paper
I drew a line in the center as the equator
Asked every spitter to step over it, or else they get vaporized
You know a part of the game is taking sides

So fuck - everybody ain't doin' this for the craft
Cause you go against the culture when you do it for the cash only
If that's you - Middlefinger to your family, your concubine
That's paid for, your label and your last homie

[Hook: Concrete Cee]
Better give him yards, when you see him comin'
It's a call to arms, better keep runnin'
Look in his eyes, realize he's in assault mode
Ain't no tellin' how it's gonna go

And when the money low, the fridge bare, trust
That this man is going for his, ain't nuthin' to discuss
Bet your last, I ain't coming home with empty hands
Been at the bottom, I ain't planning to go back again

[Verse 3: Concrete Cee]
I gotta make it, understand me?
Everybody in my ear about a Plan B
Going thru states of depressions, facing questions
I remain silent, sick of repetition and riffin'

And if, I can't live off the songs that I knock out
I ain't going to the block with a Glock out
I made a vow to live honest, I can't cop out
To make it work, I'mma clock in, clock out

Nine-to-five it if necessity arises
Cause necessity's survivin', so to better me I'm strivin'
Family arguments, former partners that turned to targets
They never watered the soil, but wanna harvest

I'm a 12-year veteran, who said I'm a novice?
Repeat that sentiment in close quarters, end up in a closed coffin
Bottom line, fuck ya favorite rapper
And fuck going hard, solid is my common state of matter