My Contribution to This Scam

My contribution to this scam

I'm wearin' overalls one shoulder off

Dwayne Wayne flip glasses, syrup for my cough

It's gon' be lit, I ain't wrote ****

My contribution to this scam

I mean, I just understand rap (yeah)

Like it's inside of me (me too)

Old-school, like, I so respect it

This is 2Pac on my shirt

My contribution to this scam

Everyone can say *****

It's two-thousand-and (thousand-and-thousand-and)

My contribution this scam

You dot in the whiz, you bring nothing, you ruin ****

Douchey Axe body spray influences

Why I gotta deus ex machina things? I'm done doin' this

Save yourself, useless, I'm tired of neck nooses

I'm tired, semicolon, sick

I done threw up the deuces 86 times

With no hint of schtick

On the bullseye, tick lyme

Older than the distance of reticulum

Particularly relevant so you know when I kick it

I'm an elephant, man

Not a Joseph Merrick, an elephant, fam

Don't forget, like America, the land of the Klan

They gave you that

I gave you nine-minute schoolgirl rants

Jill Palance, epic Eastern manifestos

Why you on'ya keisters waitin' for a trend to pop off?

You knock-off, Chinatown alleyway

Circle jerk box-office ratings, YouTube reviewer, shut up

You contributed not-a thing, did I stutter?

You're not helping

My contribution to this scam

I came in with a 40 oz

Five ****** I came up with, they all rap too

100 CDR diss, three fire sixteens, and a dimebag?

My contribution to this scam

I bought two bottles of Alizé to get it straight

Two stunts I've been tryna stun on from a while away

'Cause my little man, here's the truth: P-Witty got a say

My contribution to this scam

Got that butt doe, yo where that rap at?

My contribution to this scam

Yo, what y'all know about the originals, fam?

What y'all know about the tree of life

What y'all know 'bout copper?

What y'all know about Houston?

What y'all know about fear of a black messiah?

Class in session, no question, hand stand

Pick up the mic and I'll make the bionic man sound

The clan's tryna get in the land, they all fans now

Been hip-hop since Kris Kross was turnin' pants 'round

Er'body wanna be a brand, I follow the barcode

I write bars for the scam

And get bread, countin' carbs is the plan

Big for the britches, slurs they talkin' off the liquids

Throwin' up like I'm crip walkin'

Bonin' up on the floor, circuit line fo'

Peep how the kid went from a wee bit cold to cryo

The pro-black cold like Christ's toes

Bless his soul, optimist Esther Rolle

Disc jockeys jocked the diss, too scroll

Off the pad, off the top like lice

Jumpin' up, high brain fried like rice

The small prawns against slight odds and long arms

Blue bloods and white hoods

Mad 'cause we all black ****** hangin' out in white hoods

Low-budget studios, pop stop a momma pantyhose

Now Nicole's got Grammy cameos

Wear bottoms on their highschool sweetheart's hammertoes

The jam before the end like boy better know, boy better know

My contribution to this scam

I got my rhymebooks in my backpack

In a fat sack just to contact and set you back

Like it was fall black and all that

My contribution to this scam

Listen to this **** and ride

Rode through the hood bangin' ten all night

Cops got the plug and want no fight

My contribution to this scam

I got my selfie stick 'cause I do it for the 'gram

This flat tummy T 'cause I do it for the brand

I make a rap album 'cause anybody can

My contribution to this scam

Yo yo, peace and blessings

Peace and blessings, sisters (don't call me that)

'Cause woman gotta stick together

(Please no) you know what I'm saying, fem-c?

My contribution to this scam

My contribution to this scam

I do it for the love, you know what I'm saying?

But uh, I mean that is unless you tryna pay me

'Cause uh, I mean for real

We can make a couple exceptions, y'know?