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Okay (yeah) | It's about that time again (haha) | Green Lantern (that's Right)
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
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