The Conspiracy (yeah yeah ...). Green Lantern (what up what up). Hey Green I'ma talk to 'em man. That's all on this one (Obie Trice y'all). My momma look in my face with praises. Amazin grace to see her son on a paper chase (paper chase). She ain't gotta face the jake runnin up in her place. Cause her son's on a paper chase (paper chase). And she ain't gotta face my frame layin up in her wake. Cause her son's on a paper chase (paper chase). Obie Trice toggle back and forth with options. This is my life the block or your Magnum-voxs. The synopsis clogs my logic. You wanna be mobsters. Roll on a roster like we's imposters. Like we's in D needs to be stopped. Like we don't bleed and breathe hip-hop and so they knock us. But this accomplishment is far more fetch than one's knowledge. It's impossible we will never be stopped. Shady's inevitable our heavy influence in medley crew. Who grew from a old school's point of view. Earn from the best learn to play chess with words. The circumstances sayin we herbs. But that's aight Soundscan sayin we word. And I'm pronouncin numbers I ain't never in my life heard. And you ain't gotta touch it fuck it say I'ma puppet. I hit the public motherfuckers love it. Obie Trice 2003 summer newcomer I'm comin. Bump me in your buckets (fuck it)