Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song James Lemonade, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Central Standard Time, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
James Lemonade |
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 dont 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 |