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Shit son I got my notice of eviction |
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next day they hit me with an unjust conviction |
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What is this fiction? I ain't in to superstition |
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but somebody's on a mission to **** with me |
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Everybody's in on it from record labels to travel agents |
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to government agents and radio stations |
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And people cancelling shows those damn silly hoes |
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same cowards that won't air our videos |
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Too hot for TV and banned from radio |
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and when's the album droppin' fans are waiting yo |
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This one is for yall I hope you're hearing me |
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we all got a job to combat the conspiracy... |
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Against DVSG's |
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every single industry always deceiving me |
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It's a conspiracy against DVSG's |
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they're out to get Embee, Cosmic, Supreme and me |
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After I wrote this rhyme I hade to eat the paper |
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and after hearing this rhyme you might meet your maker |
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Cus anybody with this knowledge is considered a risk |
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so if you see the police kid get rid of the disc |
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And if you're scared of getting family members murdered |
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turn the music off right now pretend you never heard it |
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Any brave soul still out there ready to hear my story |
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about how the whole world is conspiratory |
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Nah I'm not paranoid I always got a pair of boys |
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in blue on the look out for me and my crew |
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It's a fact the government consider our music a threat |
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and they ain't happy until Loop Troop crew's in a net |
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They want us losing our necks to keep the fool's in a check |
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but yo schlooks and schlookettes they ain't ruling us yet |
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They wanna stop our communication with the world's population |
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cus on popular demand we bring hip hop emancipation |
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They wanna shoot us up they wanna shoot us down |
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they wanna lock us up they wanna lock us down. |
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They wanna bruck us up they wanna bruck us down |
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they wanna **** us up they bring the ruckus now. |
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They don't like the likes of us |
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They don't like the lines I bust |
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They do like to fight and fuss |
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and claim that I don't have the right to cuss |
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Well I keep spitting till the mike a rust |
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I keep giving that type of rush |
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I make the youths them hype enough |
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for po po to pull out the nines and cuffs |
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And I smash their face red like a blush |
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I turn the crowd into psycho thugs |
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I turn hip hop spots into biker clubs |
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and make the scene explode like dynamite and such |
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And they can't stop this fire burning |
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they can't top this higher learning |
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They got cops and sly attorneys |
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foolish dogs keep barkin' at this flying bird it's... |
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