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