Conspiracy Lyrics

Conspiracy lyrics

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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 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







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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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