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- Jean Grae Quelle Chris
- 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?
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