Stik Figa – James Lemonade (feat. Homeboy Sandman & Quelle Chris) (Central Standard Time Album)

Stik Figa – James Lemonade (feat. Homeboy Sandman & Quelle Chris) (Central Standard Time Album)

[Chorus]
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

[Homeboy Sandman]
Dehydrated from crocodile tears
I’m on Stones Throw, peace to Mello and Rhymesayers
We the best, this Stik and Quelle place I be the guest
Broadcasting from a depth that’s anybody’s guess
My arms are yet against, these tricks are things I learned in special ed
Delivered 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 and different keys
And finding missing seeds
I spotted on a milk carton to 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

[Chrous]
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

[Quelle Chris]

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

[Stik Figa]

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

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