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...