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

 TRYNA PLEASE

[Intro]
Everytime

[Chorus] Concussion

Everytime I hop out tryna please, something factual,
No I ain’t tryna make you leave, that’s irrational 
First date suit and tie, gotta make it casual
We could make make it wild
We could make it wild tho

[Verse 1] Concussion

Ayy
I be thinking bout you like 
You could tell me baby re ka kopana
Know our shit di ka kopana
I be in the, streets, looking for you
Tell me where you hiding
Tell me when I’m riding, yeah
Baby grab my hand, like it’s cold cold cold
Baby hold my hand, whip it on the stove 
I like my bitch clean love it when she clean can you clean up my room?
After that wa land’a 
Yeah, Baby re ka plan’a 

[Chorus] Concussion

Everytime I hop out tryna please, something factual,
No I ain’t tryna make you leave, that’s irrational 
First date suit and tie, gotta make it casual
We could make make it wild 
Know you like it wild tho

[Verse 2] AyePex MAN!C

Time of your life, give you the time of your life girl ohh
Give you the time of your life
I can only have you for the night
Cause girl I don't do forever
Baby girl I don't do forever no, no, never
But you look so nice 
But you look so nice 
Late night after 1 in the evening grabbing on your thighs look so clean,let me eat you like dinner
Let me eat you out like a feast
Baby I can give you for the night full least
I ain't trynna lose you slowly
I ain't trynna dissappear on you like kapische
All these motherfuckers ain't doing the most
All these motherfuckers really doing the least
They he doing the least
And I can't really own you I can keep you on lease 
I can keep you on lease ohh
And I can only keep you on your knees ohh
(We can make it wild)yeah
(Give you the time of your life)yeah yeah





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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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