Judah Mr. Lewis

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[One]

Dropping hits
That is Mr. Lewis
D.O
Yeah, you know that I do this
Thoughts abstract
Abstract like an opiate
They say I’m
I’m not appropriate
If you got a problem with me
Well then you can cope with it
My word is law
Last name is Milloy
Bang the beat with a stainless
Cause that’s pure gold alloy
Lines that just keep punching
Without a pen and a pad
I just can’t function
Take a step inside my mind
Welcome to hip hop’s junction
Beats laid back
Not fast at all
Rep Nike cause I’m swishing
Basketball
I don’t just kill the beat
Cause I blast it all
Rep Nike cause I’m swishing
Basketball, basketball, basketball
No player

[Two]

Assaulting the beat with the bass
Cause that is an AR
File a restraining order
So I stay far
Heaven sent angel
Call me Erick Aybar
The beat gets red attention
It shouts, „hey, hey star”
You don’t speak my language
But I leave the competition
Yeah I leave them filled with anguish
And I murder up the beat
With a stainless
I let it tie it all
So yeah I left it painless
Stone faced tomb
So yeah it’s kind of nameless
Do it big that’s, that’s an elephant
Who’s irrelevant?
You and who you came with
You and who you came with, yep
Dip up in the game
Cause yeah I tend to dabble
A little bit of a talker
On the track I tend to babble
Money hot like hotcakes
All up in these stacks
All up in these stacks
All up in these stacks
Bolt Jr. I’m on the track
Money hot like hotcakes
Inspired by fast food and
That is Mac, Miller
Mr. Track Killer

[Three]

In the corner
Like it is an island
You ain’t winning
But you sure are trying
No truth on your back
Cause that is you lying
A beat with a receipt
Cause KO’s are what I’m buying
I’m a seminole
So yeah I guess I’m famous
Eating every night
So yeah I guess I’m Jameis
Writer’s block
So yeah I’m feeling brainless
If life ain’t fare
Then you can catch a cab
I murder up the beat
And then I check the mag
Hip hop has it’s price
But I never check the tag
And call me Matti Baybee
But I ain’t trying to brag