Lupe Fiasco - Schemes Lyrics
[Intro](Uncle Lupe)Alright it's time to go to sleep(Hey Uncle Lupe)What?(Can you please tell us a bedtime story?)Ugh, it's late manOkay, okay okay, check this out, listen[Verse 1]Cold killer, bold old guerrillaBold as a font with the thicknessOld as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a stick shiftThe story goes his mother left him on a church stepFirst step was out the front door then the first leftDown the block to the spots where the worst keptThirty years later got a thirty tier caperTo shoot up the scene and schemePlot, broken all down to two rounds of scotchA pound means now and we too down to stopSay ya got enough round for two thousand copsMilitary grade, these things shoot round the blockShh threat, checkThe dame will hang out like chains round the neckHe ever seen her before, her face don't connectNo, so keep it on the low, goSeizes her by the armLooks right into the eyes cause these be the charmsSheba, King Tut suite at the KhalifaTied to a chair getting burned by CohibasA well dressed thug who run clubs in the KoreasThe room smells like fresh hand made tortillasHe recognized the tattoos of a real big Maui brotherKnown for bad news when his cash rulesAre you familiar with the shell of the cashews?As he holds the needle up to the light bulbWhite girls enter drunk, he stands up runs to the window and jumpsAim for the pool... splashThe impact from that almost split him in halfVoice from the past asks did he enjoy the bathLaughs with his arm in a cast, hold up[Hook]Never what it seems, everybody wanna be seenOn the cover of a magazineEverybody want big thingsEverybody want big dreamsEverybody want bling blingEverybody wanna be the kingEverybody blingEverybody singsEverybody wanna big thingIn the valley of kings and pyramid schemesIt's never what it seems, everybody wanna be seenOn the cover of a magazineEverybody wanna sip leanEverybody want a big dreamsEverybody want bling blingEverybody want C.R.E.A.MEverybody wanna have a teamEverybody wanna be the kingEverybody want a big scheme in the land of pyramid schemes[Verse 2]As he tried to do the math with Smearcon the fedThe contract states from here upon you're deadThe girl at the bar is an underworld starSettling on debts with north ZanzibarYour name's on the list, kitschA hundred million dollars worth of high grade fishTuna, Tokyo cartels worlds biggest consumerA rumor bout a schooner off the coast of MontezumaThey say you slit the throat of a well known kahunaThen torched the boat and fled into the DunyaYou’re hated more than a Kalua pig at a Jumu'ahThey want your head on a platter, not right now but soonerI got you a .45 and a Mitsubishi tunerWait, wait I've never been to Costa RicaAnd then it all comes backJust as Smearcon falls with a ninja star in his head like..huhThen they slowly enter the roomI grabbed a .45, the ninja stars resumeI catch him in the cast and answer them with a blast, blowThree more shots for good measureOnly exit is another window, pfft, whateverShort fall to the roof of the carThen I get in, left arm covered in ninja starsThen a zero to a hundred baby real quickLook around the car for something else to kill withLamborghini headlights in the rear viewThese Parisian streets not meant to veer throughEspecially with just one handI let go to shoot back but the gun jamsMitsubishi not built to outrun LambsSo they gaining, heavy rainingRear view explodes from deadly aimingArm paining, blood drainingPains, head for the LouvreDrive right through the glass pyramid with dope movesA little shook from the landingDriving through the Louvre in a rally car with great handlingWas at the Mona LisaStop the car right in front of the Delacroix and have a breatherPress play on the radio, voice from the speakerSays get to Belgrade and take an ad out in the daily PolitikaThey says for a good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan chicaNext day at the airport meeted by a greeter who looks Corsican but GreekerA little older wearing Michael Jordan sneakersBut I follow the leader1995 S. Class, in the back seat is a dead man whose car I just crashedSmearcon's alive, audience now wonders how Smearcon survivedLet alone not be hurt, he taps a metal plate in his head from his Afghanistan workWhat Visine for red retinas, what else would you expect from head predatorsEx-lecturer, at Exeter, the dean too secularSo now I'm totes hecklers, everywhereNow Smearcon's on the team, so everybody's down for the scheme[Interlude 1](The final chapter in the incredible [?] saga)(Smearcon's back!)[Verse 3]Now it's time to finish this, getting too late for international syndicatesTo which the driver reveals his membershipThis won't end well, he pulls out a grenade and says(Damn you all to hell!)[Interlude 2](Wait, what happened? Uncle Lupe what's going on?)Go to sleep(But what happened? I don't understand)Nope(Please finish the story please)Storytime's overYou asked for a story I gave you oneTake it, just take it(This is the worst bedtime story ever)Bye[Verse 4]Psych sucker, Smearcon is backYou really think that he would go out like that?They're under attack, MAC under the back...[Outro]I'm just playing, it's really overIt's the end of the tapeThank y'all manPharaoh Height two thirty, YeahShout to DJ BusyYou know how we doUhh Uhh hahHope you all enjoyed it man, YeahScott what upWhat you thought I couldn't do this no more, huh?Man listen, lets let this play outBogglin' Giblets
