Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conspiracy , by - Puissance. Song from the album Grace of God, in the genre ИндастриалRelease date: 14.12.2008
Record label: Equilibrium
Song language: English
Conspiracy |
| 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… |
| 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 |
| 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… |