Con Artists — текст песни (Skeme Team f Pumpkinhead, Word A` Mouth)

Thinkin of a master plan, Skeme Team
Let the track expand and attack the land
Don`t ever turn your back on those cats who scam
Don`t ever put your guard down and smack my hand

[Pumpkinhead]
I skeme from New York, to the land beyond
I skeme Girl Scouts (gimme that) for they candy bars
I could skeme a man in the desert for his last bottle of Evian
I burn champions like Tiger bombs
I could pick your pocket with the steadiness of pilot`s arms
Whylin on suckers, who think I`m mild and calm
I`m like a silent alarm, the type to frighten your moms
Lightin the tralm, bitin my rhyme is like bitin a bomb
Pumpkin`s tight like a dyke in a thong
I could even skeme a priest into liking this song
I`m like a thief in the night, I strike and I`m gone
Release on the mic that`s tight in my palm, writin these songs
The con artist, bombardin areas uncharted
Pick out one target, leave him in his undergarments
Troopin through Brooklyn, stupid dumb retarded
Bloomin like a summer garden, you never see me like a bum in carpets
To spit what I spit you`d need a tongue enlargement
I`m comin chargin gunnin like a hundred seargeants
Skeme Team renaissance this, verbal calmness
On point like a compass, sheisty like Congress

Skeme Team even when you know us you don`t really know us
You shouldn`t trust us as far as you could throw us
Always up to somethin so we see the top the fastest
Don`t put it past us, Skeme Team rock the masses (repeat all 2X)

[Block McLeod]
We skeme to leave lastin impression, attack as an act of aggression
Hack you to sections with a rusty blade so you can catch an infection
This track`s a reflection of acts that had me back in detention
Reflected off cracked glass, and my backstabbin intentions
I`m that rap bastard that slapped maskin tape on fat hairy assed kids
You askin for trouble hardrocks, could blast you to rubble
like embassies in Africa then I laugh at ya and laugh at ya
Half of you don`t even know that half of ya know the half like ?
I`m over your head I hover up other craftier breed
Your wife`s in my bed on my level while you lookin after my seed
I went from last to the lead when I slash ya you bleed like hemophiliacs
I`m from Puetro Rico -- me no feelin that
So zip it, while I spit flows, burn you like a Zippo
Put you in a trance like a hypnotist, split domes like a schitzo
Tiptoe through your tulips, with two clips filled with bullets
And steal your Pulitzer, bust off a ? ? stompin it
And I`m troopin to Brooklyn got you lookin up at Jupiter when I`m scoopin
your leather wallet to fill my head with knowledge
on where you kept your dollars

Thinkin of a master plan, Skeme Team
Thinkin of a master plan, Skeme Team

Skeme Team even when you know us you don`t really know us
You shouldn`t trust us as far as you could throw us
Always up to somethin so we see the top the fastest
Don`t put it past us, Skeme Team rock the masses (repeat all 2X)

[Metaphor]
Dispersing verbal chrome in your local nursing home
This verse is the perversest known to walk the earth`s surface alone
without a purpose get your circus blown
I fill your palm with silicone and leave you cancer prone
I`m holdin friends in Rome with these hands alone
and turnin sands to stone (to stone) I`m stuck on girls like lancombe
I`ll crush your collar bone, into little cobble stones
My raps, leave you broke like a thousand collage loans
I stomped your childish poems so my style is grown
I`m a mansion you a mobile home a dog without a bone
without ? on I rip apart your poem
I`m the sharpest rap artist known
Runnin nealothogic tones, steppin in my target zone
You bothered you get blown
I break you Down like Syndrome and nail you like an ingrown
I`m out this ozone, flyin on a sno cone, smokin homegrown
Blazin, in the outer space no smoke zone
Word A` Mouth, Skeme Team, it`s engraved in a milestone
Grab your cell phone, we off the hook, hear the dialtone



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