Schemes Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

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 

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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 

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As he tried to do the math with Smearcon the fed 

The contract states from here upon you're 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 sfrom 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 ape 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, Yeah 

Shout to DJ BUSY 

You know how we do 

Uhh Uhh hah 

Hope you all enjoyed it man, Yeah 

Scott what up 

What you thought I couldn't do this no more, huh? 

Man listen, lets let this play out 

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