Schemes
(专辑: Pharaoh Height - 2015)
(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 man Okay, okay okay, check this out, listen Cold killer, bold old gorilla Bold as a
font with the
thickness Old as yellow gold in a
Chevrolet with a
stick shift The
story goes his mother left him on a
church step First step was out the
front door then the
first left Down the
block to the
spots where the
worst kept Thirty years later got a
thirty tier caper To shoot up the
scene and scheme Plot, broken all down to two rounds of scotch A
pound means now and we too down to stop Say ya got enough round for two thousand cops Military grade, these things shoot round the
block Shh threat, check The
dame will hang out like chains round the
neck He ever seen her before, her face don't connect No, so keep it on the
low, go Seizes her by the
arm Looks right into the
eyes cause these be the
charms Sheba, King Tut suite at the
Khalifa Tied to a
chair getting burned by cohibas A
well dressed thug who run clubs in the
Koreas The
room smells like fresh hand made tortillas He recognized the
tattoos of a
real big Maui brother Known for bad news when his cash rules Are you familiar with the
shell of the
cashews? As he holds the
needle up to the
light bulb White girls into drunk, he stands up runs to the
window and jumps Aim for the
pool... splash The
impact from that almost split him in half Voice from the
past asks did he enjoy the
bath Laughs with his arm in a
cast, hold up Never what it seems, everybody wanna be seen On the
cover of a
magazine Everybody want big things Everybody want big dreams Everybody want bling bling Everybody wanna be the
king Everybody bling Everybody sings Everybody wanna big thing In the
valley of kings and pyramid schemes It's never what it seems, everybody wanna be seen On the
cover of a
magazine Everybody wanna sip lean Everybody want a
big dreams Everybody want bling bling Everybody want C.R.E.A.M Everybody wanna have a
team Everybody wanna be the
king Everybody want a
big scheme in the
land of pyramid schemes As he tried to do the
math with Smearcon the
fed The
contract states from here upon your dead The
girl at the
bar is an underworld star Settling on debts with north Zanzibar Your names on the
list, kitsch A
hundred million dollars worth of high grade fish Tuna, Tokyo cartels worlds biggest consumer A
rumor bout a
schooner off the
coast of Montezuma They say you slit the
throat of a
well known kahuna Then torched the
boat and fled into the
Dunya You're hated more than a
Kalua pig at a
Jumu'ah They want your head on a
platter, not right now but sooner I
got you a
.45 and a
Mitsubishi tuner Wait, wait I've never been to Costa Rica And then it all comes back Just as Smearcon falls with a
ninja star in his head like Then they slowly enter the
room I
grabbed a
.45, the
ninja stars resume I
catch him in the
cast and answer them with a
blast, blow Three more shots for good measure Only exit is another window, pfft whatever Short fall to the
roof of the
car Then I
get in, left arm covered in ninja stars Then a
zero to a
hundred baby real quick Look around the
car for something else to kill with Lamborghini headlights in the
rear view These Parisian streets not meant to veer through Especially with just one hand I
let go to shoot back but the
gun jams Mitsubishi not built to outrun Lambs So they gaining, heavy raining Rear view explodes from deadly aiming Arm paining, blood draining Pains, head for the
Louvre Drive right through the
glass pyramid with dope moves A
little shook from the
landing Driving through the
Louvre in a
rally car with great handling Was at the
Mona Lisa Stop the
car right in front of the
dealer have a
breather Press play on the
radio, voice from the
speaker Says get to Belgrade and take an ad out in the
daily Politika They says for a
good time call this Ecuador slash Venezuelan chica Next day at the
airport meeted by a
greeter who looks Corsican but Greeker A
little older wearing Michael Jordan sneakers But I
follow the
leader 1995 S
Class, in the
back seat is a
dead man who's car I
just crashed Smearcon's alive, audience now wonders how Smearcon survived Let alone not be hurt, he taps a
metal plate in his head from his Afghanistan work What Visine for red retinas, what else would you expect from head predators Ex-lecturer, at Exeter, the
dean too secular So now I'm totes hecklers, everywhere Now Smearcon's on the
team, so everybody's down for the
scheme (The final chapter in the
incredible [?] saga) (Smearcon's back!) Now it's time to finish this, getting too late for international syndicates To which the
driver reveals his membership This won't end well, he pulls out a
grenade and says (Damn you all to hell!) (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 over You asked for a
story I
gave you one Take it, just take it (This is the
worst bedtime story ever) Bye Psych sucker, Smearcon is back You really think that he would go out like that? They're under attack, MAC under the
back... I'm just playing, it's really over Its the
end of the
tape Thank y'all man Pharaoh Height two thirty Shout to DJ BUSY You know how we do Hope you all enjoyed it man Scott what up What you thought I
couldn't do this no more, huh? Man listen, lets let this play out Boggling Giblets