Boombap Jones

One lonely Scram Jones I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball cap
The club is getting hot, my pockets getting fat

See how it sounds a little irrational
Itching so long, I think I need to get some Caladryl
Used to buy records in the Bronx out of Castle Hill
Now I'm making records and I'm spitting like an animal
I pick up the mic and I tear up the phone
And this one in the party (Who's that?) Scram Jones
You know my style, you know my name
I used to love hip-hop but it's not the same
I used to write battle raps, known as the backpack cat
Until I passed the track, got my first platinum plaque
I did it back-to-back, suddenly rap got wack
Now I'm in the club spinning Deadmau5 and Afrojack
But still two tables and a microphone
Dutch Master, Nutcracker and the styrofoam
One love Q-Tip, chopping a xylophone
Trying to keep it Gucci but no need to rock a ice cream cone
Or you can ride the wave on a rubber raft
I'm off land in a Special Ed hovercraft
Wintertime I'm in a Biggie Smalls lumberjack
When it's hot outside, I'm turning up the summer track

One lonely Scram Jones I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball cap
The club is getting hot, my pockets getting fat

On and on to the PM dawn
Beer pong with your mom while she's wearing a thong
I took three classics to make this song
If you can name all three, then you should know what I'm on
I'm climbing up the beanstalk
I keep my ear to the street without police chalk
DJ eat with hands, we don't need forks
Stay cool in the sun but don't rock jean shorts
One crazy summer John Cusack
In a rat race, I'm setting up the glue trap
Trying to keep this hip-hop alive with the boom bap
Ahead of my time, iPhone 5, new jack
I keep my boots strapped even when it's sneaker season
Trying to be a vegan, probably you won't see me beefing
In a class of my own, not a teacher speaking
Unless philosophy, then you can say I'm BDPing
Scram the rapper in case you were curious
I spit on "Satellite" but don't take rap serious
Never went solo, never went pop
You know Scram Jones'll give you real hip-hop, so

One lonely Scram Jones I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball cap
The club is getting hot, my pockets getting fat

I don't like your jerkoff name
I don't like your jerkoff face
I don't like your jerkoff behavior
And I don't like you, jerkoff