Em­inem, 50 Cent, Ca$his and Lloyd Banks pre­miered this video on Fox World Se­ries of Base­ball cov­er­age, get­ting the world to love it; then they re­leased the re­al video, which looks like the Shady/Af­ter­math/G-​Unit Fam­i­ly vs. the U.S. Mil­i­tary Gov­ern­ment; and we have Em's new song "Pub­lic En­e­my #1" off "The Re-​Up" al­bum, which ref­er­ences the FBI spy­ing on him, stash­ing songs in case of his death, 2Pac and JFK's mur­ders, 9/11 and Nu­cle­ar War... any­way, let's just say it's time to wake the hell up and al­low peo­ple to se­cure their spot. I mean c'mon, what the hell's it go­ing to take? Do we got­ta see peo­ple shot be­fore we use 9/11 Truth to face-​down the fas­cists? Will that be too late? -​-​-​ DOWN­LOAD Em­p3 AT -​ http://www.pris­on­plan­et.com/ar­ti­cles/de­cem­ber2006/011206Em­inem.htm -​-​-​

I sense some­one's tap­ping in­to my phones why do...
I got this feel­ing in my bones I might die soon...
The F.B.I might be tryin' to pull my file soon...
I might be walk­ing blind­fold in­to a ty­phoon...
I might be see­ing rock­ets light up the night sky...
Right out­side of the win­dow of my liv­ing room...
And if they do then you can say good­night and bye bye to them my-​iTunes...
If I don't try to record as much be­fore I do...
The plan is to have as many in the can as I can...
As I stand be­fore you in this booth a walk­ing dead­man...
Blank stare, dead­pan look on my face as I gaze in­to space...
As I wait to be scooped up in that van...
Just mys­te­ri­ous­ly dis­ap­pear in­to thin air...
And they gon' say a sniper just ap­peared out of nowhere...
And I'll go down in the his­to­ry, as the blood suck­ing leech...
Who hid be­hind the Free­dom of Speech...
Tried to take the Fifth Amend­ment use it, twist it and bend it...
It end­ed up dy­ing, they feel­in' out the hero's splin­ters...
The busi­ness way to end this...
I can feel the tremors tremen­dous...
In re­mem­brance of Septem­ber 11...
Flash back to Septem­ber 7th...
When Tu­pac was mur­dered in Ve­gas...
He said that he pre­dict­ed his own death...
Let us nev­er for­get it should we ev­er live to re­gret it...
Like the day John F Kennedy was as­sas­si­nat­ed in broad day...
By a craze lu­natic with a gun...
Who just hap­pened to work on the same block in a li­brary book de­pos­i­to­ry...
Where the Pres­i­dent would go for a lit­tle Fri­day stroll...
Shots fired from the grassy knoll...
But they don't know? Or do they?...
Who's they? For 'em to say? Touche...
We're all vul­ner­a­ble and it's spooky...
This is about as kooky as I've ev­er felt now...
Count down to Nu­cle­ar Melt­down...
7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
You can run you can do what you want to...
But you know you ain't gonna do nut­tin'...
When its time its your time...
You are the prime tar­get...
You have be­come Pub­lic En­e­my Num­ber 1...