Concrete Roots

A-tisket, A-tasket
What color do you want your casket?
Cause if you try to play me out
Then you will need my gat, kid
Cause I'm an OG rapper from the way back
One of the authentics of Compton rap
And you can't fuck with that
Giving up much love
To my homies from South Central to Compton
That I'm proud of
Cause being an OG is like a status symbol
But you gotta be quick on this mic
Like Jack Be Nimble
Now I ain't jumping candlesticks like Jack
But I'll straight jack a nigga's beef for my hardcore raps
I gotta rep for Planet, low-key
The C-L-I-N-T-E-L is who I be
My rhymes feel good like a climax
So get ready to release as I kick some facts
Cause I know you've been waiting for the one
Who could really show your ass how it's done
Cause when I rock the mic, it ain't a sideshow
I grab this motherfucker and hold it like it's a sexy hoe
As I caress it, I proceed to confess that
I'm the type of brother who could never be rejected
Respected, with a style, 100% proof
Cause I'm sticking to my concrete roots

The rap game has two simple rules
One: Never get played
Two: Never be nobody's fool
You better be down to make damn sure
That them ends never get on low
The muse kicking them dope lyrics like a rhyme fiend
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So while I'm holding this M-I-C-R-O
I'm all about letting these nigga's know
That funk is a four letter word
So I know you done heard about the suckers that I've served
If you haven't, how's your funky [?]
Who's the MC I was [?] in the house, you know it's me
I can remember hooking up on tracks
With my homeboy Dr. Dre
Starting from the way back
Two world-class [?] motherfuckers
Always on point, doing damage to mark-ass suckers
So now check my evolution
Shit hitting hard enough to spark a revolution
Yes, I'm the controller of this rhythm
They want a little chunk of funk, and the trunk is what I give 'em
And when I give it to 'em, it's never forgot
Like [?] and some [?}, that shit is hitting the spot
So don't even try to diss me punk, cause I will shoot
And I'm sticking to my concrete roots

C-O-N-C-R-E-T-E
R-O-O-T-S is where I will be
There's no deviation
Cause it's one nation
Under a grooving from station to station
I got the real rap fans on my tip
And I got the nine clip strapped to my hip
Held on my gatty, no safety
Just suggest lil' sucka' nigga fool try to play me
You can play all you want, but I don't and I won't
Take that shit, your ass is trying to float
So fly, Robbin fly up to the damn sky
But you gonna fall and here's the reason why
Cause I'm aiming for your ass
I'm your next nightmare like a blast from the past
And when I come, I come correct
So here's your [?] back before you end up wet, yeah
Cause it's all about that OG thang
[?] weed, man, these suckers, they can't hang
Cause the CPT's where I made my debut, fool
And I'm sticking to my concrete roots, yeah

Oh, so it's like that, huh?

Yeah, it's like that