Looptroop: Conspiracy

Shit son I got my notice of evictionnext day they hit me with an unjust convictionWhat is this fiction? I ain't in to superstitionbut somebody's on a mission to fuck with me Everybody's in on it from record labels to travel agentsto government agents and radio stationsAnd people cancelling shows those damn silly hoessame cowards that won't air our videosToo hot for TV and banned from radioand when's the album droppin' fans are waiting yoThis one is for yall I hope you're hearing mewe all got a job to combat the conspiracy.Chorus:Against DVSG'severy single industry always deceiving meIt's a conspiracy against DVSG'sthey're out to get Embee, Cosmic, Supreme and meAfter I wrote this rhyme I hade to eat the paperand after hearing this rhyme you might meet your makerCus anybody with this knowledge is considered a riskso if you see the police kid get rid of the discAnd if you're scared of getting family members murderedturn the music off right now pretend you never heard itAny brave soul still out there ready to hear my storyabout how the whole world is conspiratoryNah I'm not paranoid I always got a pair of boysin blue on the look out for me and my crewIt's a fact the government consider our music a threatand they ain't happy until Looptroop crew's in a netThey want us losing our necks to keep the fool's in a checkbut yo schlooks and schlookettes they ain't ruling us yetThey wanna stop our communication with the world's populationcus on popular demand we bring hip hop emancipationChorus 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...ChorusBridgeChorus