Con Artists (Clean)

Lyrics

Skeme Team ft. Brooklyn Academy (ft. Pumpkinhead, Block McCloud, and Mr. Metaphor) - "Con Artists" [Emcee(s): Pumpkinhead, Block McCloud, and Mr. Metaphor] [Producer(s): Block McCloud and Venom] [Sample (Melody): Jerry Goldsmith - "Main Title (Theme From Basic Instinct)"] [Intro: Mr. Metaphor] Thinking 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 [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] I skeme from New York to the land beyond I skeme Girl Scouts (Gimme that) for their candy bars I could skeme a man in the desert for his last bottle of Evian I'll burn champions like Tiger Balm I could pick your pocket with the steadiness of pilot's arms Wiling on suckers who think I'm mild and calm I'm like a silent alarm, the type to frighten your moms Lighting the traum, biting my rhyme is like biting a bomb Plus it'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, writing these songs The con artist bombarding areas uncharted Pick out one target, leave him in his undergarments Trooping through Brooklyn, stupid, dumb, retarded Blooming like a summer garden. You never see me like A bum in carbons. To spit what I spit, you need A tongue enlargement. I'm coming charging, gunning like a hundred sergeants Skeme Team renaissance this verbal calmness On point like a compass, sheisty like Congress [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) 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 something, so we'll see the top the fastest Don't put it past us. Skeme Team rock the masses [Verse 2: Block McCloud] We skeme To leave a lasting 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 are my backstabbing intentions I'm that rap bastard that slap masking tape on fat, hairy-assed kids You're asking for trouble, hardrocks get blasted to rubble Like embassies in Africa that'll laugh at ya and laugh at ya Half of you don't even know that half of ya know the half—I baffle ya I'm over your head, I hover up other craftier breed Your wife's in my bed, on my level, while you're looking after my seed I went from last to the lead. When I slash you, you'll bleed like hemo- -philiacs. I'm from Puerto Rico—me no feeling 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 you if I'm feeling stupider And I'm trooping to Brooklyn, got you looking up at Jupiter when I'm scooping your Leather wallet to fill my head with knowledge on where you kept your dollars [Bridge: Mr. Metaphor] Thinking of a master plan, Skeme Team Thinking of a master plan, Skeme Team [Hook: Block McCloud] (x2) 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 something, so we'll see the top the fastest Don't put it past us. Skeme Team rock the masses [Verse 3: Mr. 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 circuits blown. I'll fill Your palm with silicone and leave you cancer-prone I'm holding France in Rome. With these hands alone, I'm turning sands To stone (Stone). I'm stuck on girls like Lancôme I'll crush your collarbone into little cobble stones, my raps Leave you broke like a thousand collage loans I'll stomp your childish poems, so my style is grown I'm a mansion, you a mobile home, a dog without a bone Without a yard to roam. I'll rip apart your poem. I'm the sharpest Rap artist known, running your lethargic tones. Stepping in My target zone, you bothered, you get thrown. I'll break you Down Like Syndrome and nail you like an ingrown. I'm out this Ozone, flying on a sno cone, smoking homegrown Blazing in an outer space no-smoke zone "Word A' Mouth, Skeme Team"—it's engraved in a milestone Grab your cell phone—we're off the hook—hear the dial tone