Eminem - The conspiracy freestyle

Okay (Yeah)
It's about that time again

Green Lantern

That's right!

G-G-G-G-G Unit

Ha ha ... Shady

We Back


Part II

The Conspiracy

'Cause we ain't going no never stop,
You just keep wasting your energy
On us, you should find
Something to do with your time.

And quit fucking with us cause
We ain't fucking with you
And we must be fucking with you so
Much you must be gone out your mind

They say I'm day away
From my entire empire crumbling
Speak up your mumbling, what the
Fuck-a yousa bibi-bay okay big-bi-bi-baby

This is Shady I know you was
Bi-bi-hoping we be-be-would ge-go away
But weeble mable weeble wobble
But we don't fall down like

Jam Master Jay's two turn table,
Our label is just too stable
You're magazine so motherfucking thin
You using staples

To hold it together
It's turning back into a
News paper and y'all got
Something for my ass

Every issue thank you, cause I keep
Running out of fucking tissues
And I could diss you but god
I was sick of looking at you

At least now I can see when
Nike's got a new ten-nis shoe
But-but I guess no good news
Is always good good news

Moving on to bigger and better things
(chicka chicka jeera)
50's blowing up,
This year just keeps going up

What the fuck is going on?
Who the fuck is Norah Jones?
Shady wait a minute, baby,
Leave the war alone

Just go up there and be humble
And take them awards home
Bush is to clear the
World of fucking war zone

Meanwhile we got a war
Going on of our own at home
My minds fucking blown,
Trying to figure out how

To fight my own clone
Rhine stones are so nice,
They shine so bright
Especially at night

After a hit of ecstacy
Ain't that right?
Woah wait a minute
I'm rambling, back to the matter at hand

It's Green Lantern
With Elvis Presley
The selfish MC
Back to the ruin rap

And destroy the industry
Single handedly
And oh man did we,
Yeah me and 50

Obie, me and D Tweezy
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn it's all a plan
Divised by the man

It's a conspriracy
Against fake shit,
And anybody who
Can't make hits

Their ain't dope lyrically,
So fuck what you hear
And what you read about
We ain't ruining rap baby
We're just trying to weed it out

Shady in the place to be see,
And I got what it takes
To rock the mic, aiight!
Still keep talking

Shit to me punk cause your magazines
Over in less than 6 months!
Ha ha, Shady Records, still Aftermath
And don't think we can hear you

Motherfuckers talking,
'Cause we can't we don't hear y'all
So we just gonna sit back
For the rest of our lives

While you ride our dicks


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