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?