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...
  
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  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
  
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  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...
  
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