Conspiracy

[ INTRO ] Yo Rhimeson and Luva Gee, y'all heard that fucked up ass shit that happened to D and V? Yeah nigga, I heard about that bullshit Bitch-ass sheriff, punk-ass LAPD Came in with beanies aimin at the homies Man, I told y'all muthafuckin niggas the feds ain't shit Yo intro Yo Prod, man, you heard about that shit that happened to D and V, man? Yeah man, I heard about that bullshit Gattin on the homies You know what I'm sayin, the police ran up on em with beanies on they head and shit? What the fuck is that, you know what I'm sayin? Punk muthafuckin LAPD Man, they break more laws than a nigga do CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies, you know what I'm sayin? Fuck the feds, you know what I'm sayin Fightin crime with crime That's how we livin in the nineties Yeah It's a conspiracy Yo Prodeje, tell us about the phone call you got [ VERSE 1: Prodeje ] I got a call this morning, damn, my boys got popped Gaffled up by a federal cop It's a shame we gotta struggle to eat, bein the black sheep And all the time be aware of white sheets Laws can't do me none but it's everyday The police, man, break laws and they walk away Treatin brothers like suckers But the brothers with gats are not dumb muthafuckas Trackin us down becomes an iminent spray-down The system is bound to keep us wearin a cold frown They say they put on the beanies and tried to gaffle D The homie V saw it comin and set the Uzi free They didn't say they were cops, but they got a case Locked up V and left D layin on his face Now who plays fool, it was a set-up No badge was shown and they were plannin from the get-up To fade a jack move and kill em It was a gangster move and still the suckers tryin to give him Time but yo, I'm droppin the dime, and in the city streets There's no protectin my brothers, it's a conspiracy (CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies) --] Chuck D Yeah It's a conspiracy Yo Havikk, tell us what you heard [ VERSE 2: Havikk ] Yeah, they hit the homies with a beanie on they damn face Blasted D cause V pulled a Uzi Thinkin drugs, but fool, you didn't find none You law-breaking muthafuckas need to be hung Cause the law protects your punk asses My homie face down makes me see caskets With blue-suited muthafuckas lyin in em Cause everytime you see a black you wanna give him Hell, the ghetto is hell, but you bring more The devil's in a uniform, fuck it, it's all out war The only friend to a brother is a AK As of now, muthafucka, this is judgement day Cause you roll through our hood and straight jack a nigga Put your knee in our back and cock your fuckin trigger My homie D is lyin off in ICU Cause the feds tried to play him like a prostitute You couldn't yell police, I call it railroad You fight crime with crime to see a black fold You took his cars, you try to take his life, see Now you're tryin to take him down for conspiracy (CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies) --] Chuck D Yeah It's a conspiracy [ VERSE 3: Luva Gee ] Every day is a trip, I see em sweatin brothers constantly We need to blow em to shit cause it's easily Done, a diss to the fall guy I'm still equal to you though I'm brown and I get by ( ? ) sometime I'm not but I am to you So I'm degraded and stomped by a cop, you Cause he wears the badge and gun and has authority And I'm a brother so I'm called minority The white man bleeds like the black man If the system persists we gonna all be dead men Cause when you comin and sweatin us with the dirty shit We get to smokin your asses like it's some chicken shit I got psychotic when I heard how the homie fell Didn't find shit but insist they gotta give him hell Save the bull, the shit, I'm finna come off I stick the gun in your ass so don't you even cough Fuck the feds, the cops, they ain't shit Breakin a law and fakin life as legit The brown, the white, it ain't nothin but a color But every day you're tryin to hang a brother (CIA, FBI, all they tell us is lies) --] Chuck D Yeah It's a conspiracy Yeah, this Havoc the Mouthpiece from the SCC I got a few things to say about this fucked up ass conspiracy When the drug agency, the law enforcement and the sheriffs is comin in with beanies Shootin us up and doin whatever the fuck they wanna do to us But the SCC ain't goin out like that We gon' say what the fuck we wanna say, when we wanna say it and how we wanna say it So for all you who don't like it, then fuck y'all Cause that's how we livin in the nineties