Big Brody Ode x Drum Fu – Con-Artist | Hip Hop Review
Music Review:
“Con-Artist by Big Brody Ode and Drum Fu asserts itself from the opening seconds, building an atmosphere charged with tension and intrigue. The production makes effective use of its momentum, allowing the melody to spread like a shadow across the track and guide its narrative. The vocals stand out through their larger-than-life, uncompromising presence, projecting a confidence that borders on provocation. Meanwhile, the rhythm moves with relentless energy, fueling the song with vitality and transforming it into an immersive experience that is difficult to ignore.”
-Nagamag.com
Lyrics of Big Brody Ode x Drum Fu – Con-Artist
[Verse – Big Brody Ode]
Keep an eye out
They spied out
Your hide out/
To find out
What it was you needed and supply now
(Syke)/
These people madd nice
Right?/
Yeah right
Take a journey to the mecca
Get robbed on the flight/
Not for spite
Well maybe
On second thought, of course/
Jay-Z said “never trust grimey ass New Yorkers”/
Cap for Capital’s how my investments are/
‘cause con artists always come up caught in the cookie jar/
rookies are
constantly conned
They cant hide it/
In the subways they rob trains running along side it/
Uh
Hold up
They don’t play for that chizz/
And if you want your chizz back, you have to pay for that chizz/
Represent the Firm Biz
With a business degree/
Let you niggas try swindling me/
‘cause you see me living T.O.N.Y. style
Top of New York
Holding my fort/
If my money ever short
I’d have to take you to court/
in
[Chorus – Big Brody Ode]
New York, New York
Big city of dreams
but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
You might get conned
Stepped on
But once you get on
Play this record until the break of dawn
New York, New York
Big city of dreams
but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
You might get conned
Stepped on
But once you get on
Play this record until the break of dawn
[Verse – Big Brody Ode]
I’d probably never sign with Diddy though/
but he could get…
(eh no)/
Diddy boppin on top to let the city show/
Money don’t flip then I’ll be flipping’ like reciprocals
within my budget/
Can’t take the hood out these rappers though you take um out the hood/
‘cause so many of these rappers out here selling stolen goods/
Stole your whole style
for a while
I seen/
Rappers bore you to sleep then start selling you dreams/
Con artists want your money
And they gon get it/
First they play you like a dummy
Then they split with it/
Kid, it’s
Ridiculous-
ness..
Remember I told ya/
That the steaks is high
They just tryna get over/
So
Don’t think I’m nice because I’m wet behind the ears/
I’ve just so much evil in the years/
Especially living T.O.N.Y. style
Top of New York
holding my fort/
If my money ever short
I’d have to take you to court/
in
[Chorus – Big Brody Ode]
New York, New York
Big city of dreams
but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
You might get conned
Stepped on
But once you get on
Play this record until the break of dawn
New York, New York
Big city of dreams
but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
You might get conned
Stepped on
But once you get on
Play this record until the break of dawn
[Breakdown]
The wolves is out
Rappers owe me money
Rappers owe me minutes of my life back/
Put down the pen pal
Don’t write back/
But welcome to New York
No sport’s been this hard/
They robbing foreigners
Take they wallets, they jewels and rip they green card/
A promoter called my phone about a show downtown/
(Ode, can ya to open up for Ron Browz?)/
I’ll be around
I’ll be in town
But I’m sayin’ G/
Just how much is y’all payin’ me?/
Now this the part that really made me laugh/
He said “you pay us, I’ll even cut the price in half”/
I’ll pass..
but this type of thing I’m use to/
A crash course to introduce you
to
[Chorus – Big Brody Ode]
New York, New York
Big city of dreams
but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
You might get conned
Stepped on
But once you get on
Play this record until the break of dawn
New York, New York
Big city of dreams
but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
You might get conned
Stepped on
But once you get on
Play this record until the break of dawn
[Outro – Big Brody Ode]
New York, New York
Big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain’t always what it seems
You might get conned
Stepped on
But once you get on
Play this record until the break of dawn dawn
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
