Quelle - James Lemonade lyrics

[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'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 [chrous] [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 n***a 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 sh** 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 ma** release Ma**ive 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