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...
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 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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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 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...