Wock Freestyle feat. EZ SHIGGZ

Im with the whole gang
Smokin that dope man, nigga so high he be floating
I gotta focus on getting that dough, its important
Not cuffing no thot if she hoeing
Fucked on your hoe, didnt know it
Had your bitch blowing, you blow up her phone, she ignoring
I keep a pole man, run up on me at my house, pole make you freeze like a snowman
Im from the south, put a percy in my mouth, popping an x, man like logan
Im feeling low man, a nigga tryna just tryna get high, but my body pay the price
Now everybody wanna get with the guy cause they know   the money stacking up to the sky
I know a snake, i can tell by the eyes
I know a fake, i can see through the lies

I shoulda known this, when you got motion, these bitches just get on your body like lotion
I got the potion, now they like oh shit, moses, splittin that pussy like ocean
Ran outta blow but my plug, he got more shit
I got more bars then a prison, im flowing
Talkin to God, he told me that im chosen
Came from the dirt, like a mf rodent

Yuh, how you get like this
No, harry potter but we keep them sticks
And no i do not wanna fuck your bitch
Cause all my guys yeah they already hit

BAR4BAR

Lyrics

We got a problem, i solve em
Aim at your noggin
From bottom, to AMG Carbon
You hoe keep on callin for johson
Tell her to stop it, i got like unlimited options
Money gon fall like autumn, man shout to malcom
Winter up in this apartment

I keep me protected, not talkin bout condom
Im RAW like in Randy V Orton

Im Smackin it down like stone cold austin
Powers
Fuck on that hoe for like hours, 
niggas is sour
Cowards, give me my flowers
I know you niggas not about nun

She on her knees like a proud nun, 
Might fuck around give her my blessing thats 5 sons
5 rounds, just like a boxer, its lights out
(Boxing bell) She dropping more boxers than tyson

Like mike, im fly guy
who gon ball right, all night
In her jaw like, fucking flouride
Oh my, now its all white
Like snow white, no lie
She a low life, that is no wife

My guys, yeah we outside
we on southside, move sly,
You might die guy, we slide like,
Sci fi, keep a laser, on my side
Bye bye, bullets connect like wifi

TYSON

geeked up off of propane
wearing gold chains you a no name

posted up with the same gang since birdman
served cocaine

idk who my plug is 
i gotta call him by his codename

I dont like school I'm not tryna be regular
love for my blood like I'm Dracula
I fucked a bitch from the hood I don't speak no vernacular
chopped but that pussy spectacular 
I ran it up by myself I don't listen to mockery 
if it ain't money don't talk to me
I make a bad bitch come walk to me
never mix pleasure with profits
that's how you come up on top of shit
I'm in the gym for the bitches don't ask what I'm working on
nigga? I look like a fag to yall?
I just smoked up and a nigga got laced with the fentanyl
might have been Crack how im paranoid
therapist asked me how much of the boof I was smoking
I said once she told me stop joking
first time I hit in CBD
baku and zee, since then I don't think I've been sober (gun shot)

SWAGSOLDIER

This track dates back to the late winter of '25

prod. by Jackpot

Straight outta Ramotswa, Botswana where he was born, with roots that run deep into Machaneng and South Africa. Concussion is more than just a musician, he’s a movement. Raised in the heart of Botswana, his sound reflects the raw truth of his upbringing, the culture of two nations, and the pulse of the streets that shaped him.

Blending gritty lyricism with soul-infused melodies, Concussion turns pain, passion and everyday life into music that hits you where it matters. Each track is a diary entry, a statement, a snapshot of a young artist navigating his way through the highs and lows of real life.

He's not here to follow trends — he's here to set them. A pivotal force in the underground scene, Concussion has built a grassrooted audience one banger at a time, pushing boundaries and breaking rules. Whether it's boom-bap, trap, soul, or experimental vibes, he takes on every beat with unapologetic authenticity.

Already dubbed “Rradikonka” by those tapped into the wave, Concussion is carving his own lane — fearless, unfiltered, and undeniably next up. 

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Concussion

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