Stik Figa, Quelle Chris, Homeboy Sandman - James Lemonade lyrics
[Stik Figa, Quelle Chris, Homeboy Sandman - James Lemonade lyrics]
Rap like this rap like this
Nope, they can't rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup
No they can't rap like him
Rap like this can't rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can't rap for free no
Dehydrated from crocodile tears
I'm on Stones Throw
Peace to Mello and Rhymesayers we the best
This Stik and Quelle's place I be the guest
Broadcasting from a depth
That's anybody's guess
My "uhms" are "yet agains"
These tricks are things I
Learned in special ed
Then whipped into a special blend and
Laid out in a never-ending spread
That started with the slice of a mosquito
Bite I scratched until it bled
Don't say 'yuck' say 'what's up!
I write off ancient histories and
Mix three different teas
And known for harmonizing different
Tones in different keys
And finding missing seeds
I spotted on a milk carton
In a bed too proud to beg pardon
If you don't get it you
Don't get bargains i leave
A carbon footprint the shape
Of a woodwind instrument
No event where I'm around ever
Went down without incident
You trap like the A
Lean like the H bang like LA
You visit the Bay now Mac Dre
Was the greatest to do it
On Dilla Day you claim the
First nigga banging his music
Before it was cool, you don't even rap
Your ghostwriter rap
And he rap your raps better than you
You got no style, you say you
The future, you sound like now
You sounding like Future
You ripping off styles
That MLK Ultra who shot ya?
What type of camera for what publication?
The hairstyles buggin' the press is amazing
Don't ask bout the music
Who cares bout the music?
We push it they play it
We keep the shit moving
What's poppin' my paparazzi
Cracking my crack baby?
What's trending my minion? What's happenin'?
Old re-runs I get it
You hot for the minute cause you
Copy what's hot for the minute
Trying to hop to the top of
The popular charts i dig it
Don't rap like this, ho!
You rap like this stay in your lane, bro
Write with the lames you used to be dope
What changed? Guess to eat you gotta bite is
The name of the game
Keeping it G, keep nig-a-ro please, on tap
That Savion Glover turn Man Tan money no lack
We gas face fellas like dust
To umbrella's you wish
To rap like this go backpack this
Can't rap like this, please
Might make a masterpiece with Master P
On Mello Music Group package
It for mass release
Massive reach, each atom in my anatomy
Was pulled in Adam's eve
I walk a path no man can lead
They asking me "Brodie, what's the strategy?"
Or "Homie
What's happening when you catch the beat?"
The game to be sold without the batteries
If I say anymore that'd be a data breach
I make a racket cause cats is
Half asleep judging books by covers
Even the graphic tee
I'd rather have me a ratchet
With a tacky weave than
A pageant queen that was
In a fashion magazine
Now hand me the cash don't try and flatter me
I'm just staying active hardly past my peak
You lack a leg to stand on, I had to speak
Laughing at theses amputee's saying that
They ran the streets
Nope, they can't rap like this
Rap like this I rap like this, yup
No they can't rap like him
Rap like this can't rap for free
Rap for free? need cash to eat
So, I, tax a fee, can't rap for free no
Dehydrated from crocodile tears
I'm on Stones Throw
Peace to Mello and Rhymesayers we the best
This Stik and Quelle's place I be the guest
Broadcasting from a depth
That's anybody's guess
My "uhms" are "yet agains"
These tricks are things I
Learned in special ed
Then whipped into a special blend and
Laid out in a never-ending spread
That started with the slice of a mosquito
Bite I scratched until it bled
Don't say 'yuck' say 'what's up!
I write off ancient histories and
Mix three different teas
And known for harmonizing different
Tones in different keys
And finding missing seeds
I spotted on a milk carton
In a bed too proud to beg pardon
If you don't get it you
Don't get bargains i leave
A carbon footprint the shape
Of a woodwind instrument
No event where I'm around ever
Went down without incident
You trap like the A
Lean like the H bang like LA
You visit the Bay now Mac Dre
Was the greatest to do it
On Dilla Day you claim the
First nigga banging his music
Before it was cool, you don't even rap
Your ghostwriter rap
And he rap your raps better than you
You got no style, you say you
The future, you sound like now
You sounding like Future
You ripping off styles
That MLK Ultra who shot ya?
What type of camera for what publication?
The hairstyles buggin' the press is amazing
Don't ask bout the music
Who cares bout the music?
We push it they play it
We keep the shit moving
What's poppin' my paparazzi
Cracking my crack baby?
What's trending my minion? What's happenin'?
Old re-runs I get it
You hot for the minute cause you
Copy what's hot for the minute
Trying to hop to the top of
The popular charts i dig it
Don't rap like this, ho!
You rap like this stay in your lane, bro
Write with the lames you used to be dope
What changed? Guess to eat you gotta bite is
The name of the game
Keeping it G, keep nig-a-ro please, on tap
That Savion Glover turn Man Tan money no lack
We gas face fellas like dust
To umbrella's you wish
To rap like this go backpack this
Can't rap like this, please
Might make a masterpiece with Master P
On Mello Music Group package
It for mass release
Massive reach, each atom in my anatomy
Was pulled in Adam's eve
I walk a path no man can lead
They asking me "Brodie, what's the strategy?"
Or "Homie
What's happening when you catch the beat?"
The game to be sold without the batteries
If I say anymore that'd be a data breach
I make a racket cause cats is
Half asleep judging books by covers
Even the graphic tee
I'd rather have me a ratchet
With a tacky weave than
A pageant queen that was
In a fashion magazine
Now hand me the cash don't try and flatter me
I'm just staying active hardly past my peak
You lack a leg to stand on, I had to speak
Laughing at theses amputee's saying that
They ran the streets