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Artist: Promoe
Song: Conspiracy
Album: Government music
Author: patriquez@hotmail.com
 
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 then'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 alwaats 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 pupulation/
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 upp 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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