"Ayo... swing the block like a wreckin' ball... Brass knuckles on the rhythm, watch the pavement crack!" Sunset bleedin’ gold on the avenue cracks, Palms on pavement feel the city vibrate back. We the rhythm rebels, silent but the triggers loud, Got that swing in my step crowd movin’ when I’m walkin’ out. "Boom... tss-KA-BOOM-tss" Used to count pennies, now we stackin’ trauma (stack!), Concrete roses grow where they tried to bomb us (grow!). This ain’t just rap shit it’s a war cry, Hip-hop alchemy turnin’ pain to fire. So crank the bass up! Let the subwoofers cry! Got that gangster gospel shinin’ in my eyes! Swing the block harder make the old walls shake! This that anthem sound only real ones make! CON-CRETE SWING! (Yeah!) FEET DON’T TOUCH THE FLOOR! WE THE BIG DAWGS – KICKIN’ DOWN THE DOOR! (Kick it!) BASS SO DIRTY MAKE YOUR SPINE UNWIND! (Ooh!) RHYTHM GOT YA HEARTBEAT SKIPPIN’ TIME! CON-CRETE SWING! (Swing it!) MONEY, POWER, RESPECT! (Cash register CHA-CHING! sample) POUR THE ACE HIGH – FOR THE ONES WE KEEP! (Pour up!) LAW CAN’T CATCH US WHEN THE BEAT’S IN CHARGE! (Nah!) SWING THE BLOCK TIL THE PARKING LOT’S A JUNKYARD! Remember Sherane? Dancin’ in the headlights (glow), Whispered through the gun smoke: "Make the pain take flight." Palms to the sky not for prayers, for the beat drop, Glock tucked, swing tucked cops know we don’t heat stop. This that southern symphony banjos meet the trap, Rhythm like a semi-truck ain’t no turnin’ back. We the ghost of DJ Screw mixed with Biggie’s breath, Dancin’ on the grave of a life we left. So BREAK THE CHAINS OFF! Let the cymbals crash! Turn the struggle louder make the devil gasp! Swing the block harder where the fallen sleep! This that holy rhythm raw and street-deep! CON-CRETE SWING! (Gang!) FEET DON’T TOUCH THE FLOOR! WE THE BIG DAWGS KICKIN’ DOWN THE DOOR! (Do it!) BASS SO DIRTY MAKE YOUR SPINE UNWIND! (Crack back!) RHYTHM GOT YA HEARTBEAT SKIPPIN’ TIME! CON-CRETE SWING! (Worldwide!) MONEY, POWER, RESPECT! [Crowd chant:] "SWING! SWING! SWING!" POUR THE ACE HIGH FOR THE ONES WHO AIN’T BREATHIN’! (Legends!) LAW CAN’T CATCH US WHEN THE BEAT’S IN CHARGE! (Never!) SWING THE BLOCK TIL THE PARKING LOT’S A JUNKYARD! Lead: Can ya feel it? SOULS SYNCHIN’? Crowd: (IN THE SWING!) Lead: Pressure buildin’? WALLS CRUMBLIN’? Crowd: (BRICK BY BRICK!) Lead: Swing it violent? PEACE INSIDE IT? Crowd: (THAT’S THE TRICK!) Lead: RHYTHM GOT THE BLUEPRINT! Crowd: (BUILD IT QUICK!) "Con-cre-te... swing... junkyard... forever..." "Ain’t no stoppin’... when the rhythm’s... the god..."
