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t**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 f k**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 [Chorus...
]: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 [Chorus
]:[Bridge
]: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 f k**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 [Chorus...
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