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...

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 Loop Troop 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

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...