SKEME TEAM

SKEME TEAM - Con Artists lyrics

rate me

(feat. 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 [all x2]

[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 [all x2]

[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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