| 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 fuck 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 fuck 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… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conspiracy , by - Promoe. Song from the album Government Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп