The Conspiracy Freestyle

Okay (yeah) It's about that time again (haha) Green Lantern That's right G-G-G-G-G Unit (Shit) Shady We back (Invasion) Part two 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 fucking with us 'cause we ain't fucking with you And we must be fucking with you So much you must be goin' out your mind (yeah, Shady Records Mixtape) (Come on, Em) They say I'm day away from my entire empire crumbling Speak up your 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 ge-go away But weeble mable weeble wobble But we don't fall down like Jam Master Jay's two turn tables Our label's just too stable Your magazine so motherfucking thin You using staples to hold it together It's turning back into a newspaper And y'all got something for my ass every issue Thank you, 'cause I keep running out of fucking tissues And not to 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, his shit 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 warzone And meanwhile we got a war going on of our own at home My fucking mind's blown Tryna 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? Whoa, wait a minute, I'm rambling Back to the matter at hand, it's Green Lantern With Elvis Presley, the selfish MC Back to 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 God damn, 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 gonna sit back for the rest of our lives While you ride our dicks