Concrete Throne ( Boom Chicka Chicka ) - Hip Hop - Words & Music by Garry S. Howard

Concrete Throne [Intro] [verse] I’m on the curb with a street‑lamp halo, concrete throne Bars hit raw like a cracked payphone Bars hit raw like a cracked payphone Crowd lean in when the rhythm gets grown Every line built tough like it’s carved in stone Boom chicka chicka, I’m posted on the block Flow cut sharp like a padlock pop City pulse thumpin’ with the beat nonstop I drop heat heavy till the whole spot rocks Boom chicka chicka, let the cypher ignite Sneakers scrape sparks when we rhyme at night Every verse swing hard like a street‑fight right I’m the voice in the alley that flips the spotlight Boom chicka chicka, watch the circle expand Hands clap rhythm like a drumline band I spit truth raw that the pavement understands I’m the pulse of the block with the mic in my hand