The Conspiracy Freestyle

Okay (yeah)

It's about that time again (haha)

Green Lantern (that's Right)

G-G-G-G-G Uni- (shit)

Hahaha, Shady

We Back (Invasion) Part II

The Conspiracy

'Cause we ain't gonna never stop, you just keep wasting your energy

On us, you should find something to do with your time (time)

And quit fuckin' with us 'cause we ain't fuckin' with you

And it must be fuckin' with you so much you must be going out your mind

They say I'm a day away from my entire empire crumbling

Speak up, you're mumbling, what the fuck-a you's a

Bibi-bay okay big-bi-bi-baby

This is Shady, I know you was bi-bi-hoping we be-be-would just go away

But weeble mable weeble wobble but we don't fall down like

Jam Master Jay's two turntables, our label is just too stable

Your magazine's so motherfucking thin you using staples

To hold it together it's turning back into a newspaper

And y'all got somethin' for my ass every issue

Thank you, 'cause I keep runnin' 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 tennis 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 whore alone

Just go up there and be humble and take them awards home

Bush has just declared the world a fucking war zone

Meanwhile, we got a war going on of our own at home

My fuckin' mind's blown, trying to figure out how to fight my own clone

Rhinestones are so nice, they shine so bright especially at night

After a hit of ecstasy, ain't that right Ro'oh?

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 Twizzy

And Nelly and Missy and Jigga goddamn it's all a plan devised by the man

It's a conspiracy, against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits

Or ain't dope lyrically

So fuck what you heard 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, right!

Still keep talking shit to me punk

'Cause your magazine's over in less than six months

Haha, 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 gon' sit back for the rest of our lives

While you ride our dicks