Concep sits in the corner of the Orleans bar and
restaurant in Somerville (where I’ve been a waitress for more than two
years) on nights when his brother Derrick works the door. Mostly, he’s
soft-spoken and keeps to himself, and when he said he rapped, I wasn’t
sure what to expect, since he doesn’t sport the arrogant swag that most
MCs wear like fur-collar coats.