My Contribution to This Scam

My contribution to this scam
I'm wearing overalls one shoulder off
Dwayne Wayne flip glasses
Syrup for my cough
It's gone be lit
I ain't wrote shit
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
It says 2Pac on my shirt
My contribution to this scam
Everyone can say nigga, it's two-thousand-and
(Thousand-and-thousand-and)
My contribution this scam

You're Dot in the Wiz, you bring nothing, you ruin shit
Douchey Axe body spray influences
Why I gotta deus ex machina things? I'm done doing this
Save yourself, useless, untie the 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 Reticuli
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 nutta thing, did I stutter? You're not helping

My contribution to this scam
I came in with a 40 oz
Five niggas I came up with, they all rap too
100 CDR discs, three fire sixteens, and a dime bag?
My contribution to this scam
I bought two bottles of Alizé to get it straight
Two stunts I've been tryna stun on from round the way
Plus my little man, here's the truth: peep what he gotta 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, hands down
Pick up the mic and I make the bionic man sound
Ya clan's tryna get in the lens, they all fans now
Been hip-hop since Kris Kross was turnin' pants 'round
Errbody wanna be a brand, I follow the barcode
Don't write bars for the scans
And get bread, countin' carbs is the plan
Big for the britches, slurred slick talkin' off the liquids
Throwin' up like I'm crip walkin'
Bonin' up on the flow, circa '94
Peep how the kid went from a wee bit cold to cryo
The pro-black coal like Christ's toes
Bless his soul, optimist Esther Rolle
Disc jockeys jocked the diss, too sqoo
Out the pad, off the top like lice
Jumpin' up, high brain fried like rice and small prawns
Against slight odds and long arms
Of blue bloods and white hoods
Mad 'cause we young black niggas hangin' out in white hoods
Low-budget studios, pop stopper mama pantyhose
Now the CO's got Grammy cameos
Red bottoms on they high school sweetheart's hammer toes
A jay before the Emmys like Boy Better Know

My contribution to this scam
I got my rhymebooks in my backpack
In a fat sack just the contact could set you back
Like it was fall black and all that
My contribution to this scam
Let's go listen to this shit in the ride
Roll through the hood bang it out out on ten all night
My cuz got the plug in at Power 105
My contribution to this scam
HI I got my selfie stick 'cause I do it for the 'gram
This Flat Tummy Tea 'cause I do it for the brands
I make a rap album because anybody can
My contribution to this scam
Yo yo, peace and blessings, peace and blessings, sistar
(no no, just don't call me that)
Us wombyn gotta stick together (please no)
You know what I'm saying, femcee? (ugh)
My contribution to this scam
My contribution to this scam

Get tooken, get tooken
Get tooken, get tooken
Get tooken, get tooken
Get tooken, get tooken

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?