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SCHEME!
Hip-Hop/Rap
SCHEME! was released on June 23, 2026 by Anti-00 as a part of the album SCHEME! - Single
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Release DateJune 23, 2026
LabelAnti-00
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anti-00
Anti-00
Performer
KawaiiSteez
KawaiiSteez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chevaliar Lindsey
Chevaliar Lindsey
Composer, Lyrics
Dirk Darren Braxton Jr
Dirk Darren Braxton Jr
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anti-00
Anti-00
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You're Anti-00?
I like that
Yo, what?
Okay
People talk 'bout your dream and
Goals and they downplay it, they basic
They chattin' up about nonsense, that mouth sponsored by Asics
So pardon me, hands out, y'all want a part of me
Apologies come just to startle me
Crew riendhart 'cause they guard on me
But it's hard to be the anomaly
Stats out the ass it ain't hard to see
Kneel to the emperor with hardened knees
I'm sicker than a shot or a hard sneeze
I'm the bar to reach and I'm hard to please
Lyrics hit like a headshot that blessed you with a facelift
Slow it down, don't rush the moment
Watch me glide 'cause my pace is
More calculated than a racist
Taking payments, to dig us all in a hole
'Cause that white boy loves his ancients
He like Sephiroth, too tasteless, he the lesser broth
Invest in your boy like a special Roth
Conglomerate, you a lesser rock
Way too ill, need a medipot
Phase 2 skills need a better opp
Graceful bills, need a letterbox
You a Metapod, need some better odds, huh
Yeah, okay
All you rappers acting feisty, but you
Like me, just admit it (Just admit it)
They try to swipe me, but my beats turn a hypebeast into a critic, uh
You fake like a Paul Blart
Play your cards right, I'm fire like a Charizard
And you claim that you gang, but you all talk
'Til the day I pull up with a sawed-off, good riddance
I do all my shit and I don't need a manager
What you gon' do with your whole team abandons ya?
Now you're alone 'cause it wasn't unanimous play with your own
So you won't end up scrambling
Run your shit, you do not own all your publishing
You made your way up by sucking dick
All of you pussies can't match up to me if you Bumble it
Every attempt you are fumbling
Giving rappers existential crisis
Love making all my haters sick like ricin
Now I'm once again fucking on a white girl
I stole his bitch, he was indecisive
Bleed, gun sing like an opera
All you pussy-ass **** think make-believe
'Til the day that you're the one getting mopped up
Take that smile off your face like it's Maybelline
Capitalism fucked all of your standards
Tell me what's real, is it money or fame?
'Cause I be seeing the baddest bitches
Out with the ugliest lames, shit
Rappers be claiming they ready for smoke '
Til they pull up, they drawing a blank
No wonder you're all are the same
You all pussy, it smell like filet
Written by: Chevaliar Lindsey, Dirk Darren Braxton Jr
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