Conspiracy

Shit son I got my notice of eviction/

next day they hit me with an unjust conviction/

What is this fiction? I ain't in to superstition/

but somebody's on a mission to fuck with me/

Everybody's in on it from record labels to travel agents/

to government agents and radio stations/

And people cancelling shows those damn silly hoes/

same cowards that won't air our videos/

Too hot for TV and banned from radio/

and when's the album droppin' fans are waiting yo/

This one is for yall I hope you're hearing me/

we all got a job to combat the conspiracy...

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Against DVSG's/

every single industry always deceiving me/

It's a conspiracy against DVSG's/

they're out to get Embee, Cosmic, Supreme and me/

After I wrote this rhyme I hade to eat the paper/

and after hearing this rhyme you might meet your maker/

Cus anybody with this knowledge is considered a risk/

so if you see the police kid get rid of the disc/

And if you're scared of getting family members murdered/

turn the music off right now pretend you never heard it/

Any brave soul still out there ready to hear my story/

about how the whole world is conspiratory/

Nah I'm not paranoid I always got a pair of boys/

in blue on the look out for me and my crew/

It's a fact the government consider our music a threat/

and they ain't happy until Looptroop crew's in a net/

They want us losing our necks to keep the fool's in a check/

but yo schlooks and schlookettes they ain't ruling us yet/

They wanna stop our communication with the world's population/

cus on popular demand we bring hip hop emancipation/

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They wanna shoot us up they wanna shoot us down/

they wanna lock us up they wanna lock us down.

They wanna bruck us up they wanna bruck us down/

they wanna fuck us up they bring the ruckus now.

They don't like the likes of us/

They don't like the lines I bust/

They do like to fight and fuss/

and claim that I don't have the right to cuss/

Well I keep spitting till the mike a rust/

I keep giving that type of rush/

I make the youths them hype enough/

for po po to pull out the nines and cuffs/

And I smash their face red like a blush/

I turn the crowd into psycho thugs/

I turn hip hop spots into biker clubs/

and make the scene explode like dynamite and such/

And they can't stop this fire burning/

they can't top this higher learning/

They got cops and sly attorneys/

foolish dogs keep barkin' at this flying bird it's...

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