A song made by LEWIS 🤬
A song made by LEWIS 🤬
Yeah, let's go
This that real hip-hop, no cap
I'm stepping in the booth with the heat, no discussion
Every line that I drop is a lyrical concussion
They sleeping on the kid but I'm waking up the block
Got the rhythm in my veins and the bars never stop
I'm crafting every verse like a architect building
While these rappers out here faking, I'm the realest in the building
From the basement to the stage, yeah I'm making my way
Every syllable I spit got something important to say, skrrt
This that rap, this that real talk
When I'm on the mic, man the beat walk
Bars on bars, yeah I never fall short
This the type of flow that they can't import
This that rap, this that real talk
When I'm on the mic, man the beat walk
Bars on bars, yeah I never fall short
This the culture, this the real sport, yeah
I remember when the game used to mean something deep
Now everybody wants the clout, but they sound asleep
I'm bringing back the essence with the wordplay clever
Metaphors so sharp that they cut through the weather
I don't need a gimmick, just a beat and a purpose
Every track I create is like a service to the purist
They can keep the trends, I'ma stick to what's timeless
This that underground sound with the sharpness and the flyness, uh
This that rap, this that real talk
When I'm on the mic, man the beat walk
Bars on bars, yeah I never fall short
This the type of flow that they can't import
This that rap, this that real talk
When I'm on the mic, man the beat walk
Bars on bars, yeah I never fall short
This the culture, this the real sport
Yeah, that's how we do it
Real hip-hop forever, let's go