Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Uh Man of Concrete New Bedford Walkways & Beyond, yeah [Verse 1] Pull up to the crib, dust in the air Backyard plain, got you sittin' in a fold-up chair Call the boss, he arrive in the tan work boots Tape line tight, got the grade, got the route Mix in the drum, that mud turn thick Steel in the hands, that wrist move quick Stamp in the name, leave the mark on the ground Best in the Bay, everybody know the sound (yeah) [Chorus] Man of Concrete, step in the yard Turn that dirt to a backyard star Walkways & Beyond, they know who we are New Bedford made, we raise that bar Backyard oasis, built from the dust Color in the stone, in the crew we trust Man of Concrete, they callin' the don From the first form board till the job all done (all done) [Verse 2] Violin cry while the crew lay paths Saw line straight like we drew that math Fire pit circle, chairs all around Kids run laps on the stamped new ground Grill zone framed with a textured face Every single joint laid in line, in place Owner on site, he the first one in Last one out when the lights go dim (yeah) [Chorus] Man of Concrete, step in the yard Turn that dirt to a backyard star Walkways & Beyond, they know who we are New Bedford made, we raise that bar Backyard oasis, built from the dust Color in the stone, in the crew we trust Man of Concrete, they callin' the don From the first form board till the job all done (let's go) [Bridge] From the south coast blocks to the harbor breeze We lay that slate look clean with ease You see that stamp, you know that name Man of Concrete in the hall of fame (yeah)
Tags
rap, Hard-hitting gangster rap over cinematic trap strings and sub-heavy drums. Aggressive male vocals riding sharp violin stabs and moody piano; hook swells with layered chant-style backing. 808s punch under a swinging hi-hat grid, drops leave space for ad-libs before strings surge back in for the chorus., gangster rap, beautiful, violin
Duration
2:32
Instrumental
No
Created
2/13/2026