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Lyrics
[Intro]
Mass life
Cold nights
We turn mix into ice
(yeah)
[Verse 1]
Wake up, frostbite on the job phone
South Shore, North Shore, I’m in all zones
Steel toes, hoodie up, breath in ghost form
Still pourin’ that slab when the snow storms
I’m the Man of Concrete, I don’t crack, kid
Whole block cured up where my hand did
From April rain to December sleet
I’m stampin’ my name in the damn street
Rebar veins run under this town
Every driveway a throne, every step a crown
While they hibernate, I stack routes and checks
From the lot to the lane, to the front porch steps
[Chorus]
I’m the Man of Concrete in a winter state
From the thaw to the freeze, still we pave that fate
Massachusetts grind, yeah the cold runs deep
But I’m plowin’ these roads while the sidewalks set sleep
I’m the Man of Concrete, got the whole block set
From the springtime pour to the ice and sweat
New England weather, all teeth and teeth
I just bite back harder, lay rock and eat (uh)
[Verse 2]
First light, truck rumblin’ through black ice
Salt in the back and the quote on the tablet nice
Clear lots, then I slide to the next pour
Got a calendar packed like a war tour
Summer sun cookin’ but I stay stoic
Then winter hit hard, but the money stay heroic
They say slow season, I say “whose season?”
Plow blade drop, that’s a new reason
Driveway a glacier? I carve my name
Parking lot buried? I dig that game
All year, all fear get buried in mix
I build futures in forms, I don’t play with bricks
[Chorus]
I’m the Man of Concrete in a winter state
From the thaw to the freeze, still we pave that fate
Massachusetts grind, yeah the cold runs deep
But I’m plowin’ these roads while the sidewalks set sleep
I’m the Man of Concrete, got the whole block set
From the springtime pour to the ice and sweat
New England weather, all teeth and teeth
I just bite back harder, lay rock and eat (yeah)
[Bridge]
From Worcester hills to the South Shore sand
My work don’t melt, it just expands
Four seasons hit, I just expand routes
If it don’t snow, we pour; if it do, we’re out (let’s go)
[Chorus]
I’m the Man of Concrete in a winter state
From the thaw to the freeze, still we pave that fate
Massachusetts grind, yeah the cold runs deep
But I’m plowin’ these roads while the sidewalks set sleep
I’m the Man of Concrete, got the whole block set
From the springtime pour to the ice and sweat
New England weather, all teeth and teeth
I just bite back harder, lay rock and eat (Man of Concrete)
Details
GeneratedJan 20, 2026
Duration2:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard East Coast boom-bap with heavy kick and snappy snare, grimy sample chops and deep bassline. Male vocals, confident and gritty. Verses stay tight and percussive, hook opens up with chanting gang vocals and subtle wintery pads. Ad-libs punctuate punchlines; final chorus rides out with dropouts on the drums for emphasis.
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Prompt
Gangster winter rap about the Man of Concrete living in Massachusetts New England area where you do Concrete from spring time all the way through the winter! But still do snow removal and plow in wint
