My Contribution to This Scam

[Chorus 1: Quelle Chris & Jean Grae] My contribution to this scam I’m wearing overalls one shoulder off Dwayne Wayne flip glasses, syrup for my cough It’s gon' be lit. I ain’t wrote shit My contribution to this scam [Break: Jean Grae] Girl 1: I mean, I just understand rap, like it's inside of me Girl 2: Yeah, me too Girl 1: Old-school, like, I so respect it. This is 2Pac on my shirt Girl 2: I love him! [Chorus 1 (cont'd): Quelle Chris & Jean Grae] My contribution to this scam Everyone can say nigga, it's two-thousand-and thousand-and thousand-and... My contribution this scam [Verse 1: Jean Grae] 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 your keisters waitin' for a trend to pop off? You knock-off, Chinatown alleyway Circle jerk box-office ratings, YouTube reviewer, shut up You're contributin' not-a, thing, did I stutter? You're not helping! [Bridge: Quelle Chris] My contribution to this scam I came in with a forty-O-Z Five niggas I came up with, they all rap too A hundred CD-R 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 stunt on from 'round the way Plus my little man, here's the truth—peep what he gotta say My nigga... [Chorus 2: Quelle Chris] My contribution to this scam "Got that butt, though, yo, where that rap at? Someone gotta rap up in this bitch, dog. Come on now." My contribution to this scam "Yo, what y'all know about the originals, fam? What y'all know about the fucking kameshah? What y'all know about the tree of life? What y'all know 'bout copper? What y'all know about cue stones? What y'all know about fear of a black messiah in this bitch?" [Verse 2: Quelle Chris] Class in session, no question, hands down Pick up the mic and I make the Bionic Man sound Your clan's tryna get in the lens, they all fans now Been hip-hop since Kris Kross was turnin' pants 'round Err'body wanna be a brand I follow the barcode, don't write bars for the scans And get bread (Bread), countin' carbs is the plan Big for the britches (Britches), slurred slick talking off the liquids Throwing up like I'm Crip-walking Boning up on the flow, circa '9-4 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 squo Out the pad or off the top like lice (Lice) Jumping up, high, brain fried like rice and small prawns (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 The J before the M-E like Boy Better Know, boy better know [Chorus 3: Quelle Chris & Jean Grae] My contribution to this scam I got my rhymebooks in my backpack And 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 on ten all night My cuz got the plug-in at Power 105 (5) [Chorus 4: Quelle Chris & Jean Grae] My contribution to this scam Ha, I got my selfie stick 'cause I do it for the 'Gram This Flat Tummy Tea 'cause I do it for the brandsI make a rap album because anybody can! My contribution to this scam [Break: Jean Grae] Girl 1: Yo yo, peace and blessings, peace and blessings, sis-star JG: No. No. just don't call me that G1: Us womb-yn gotta stick together JG: Please, no... G1: You know what I'm saying, femcee? JG: Ughhhh My contribution to this scam [Bridge: Quelle Chris & Jean Grae] Get tooken, get tooken Get tooken, get tooken (Y'all don't like money? Gotta take money) My contribution to this scam Get tooken, get tooken Get tooken, get tooken Get tooken, get tooken Get tooken, get tooken Get tooken, get tooken, whaaaa? [Outro: Quelle Chris] Yo, yo, 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, I—we can make a couple exceptions, y'know? Hahaha