Project Blowed Lyrics by Aceyalone

Project Blowed Lyrics

    Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide.
    Straight from leimert park, california, los angeles.
    Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life
    Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin'
    History, makin' a change.
    Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape
    Slangers, all the record pushers.
    This goes out to everybody doin' it on they own
    Livin' legends, c.v.e.,
    Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, global phlowtaions.

    Project blowed what's the code
    I been rockin' mics since i was 12 years old
    I was born in the jungle, the concrete slab
    Where people take any and everything that they can grab
    Some niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
    My project was to blow you up and break you off a slab
    People are strange, and people are bad
    But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to have
    It started at the good life, house of the first sightin'
    We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were biting
    There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform
    On crenshaw and exposition god was born
    He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight
    Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for dear life
    The inner city griots, the wild, the style, the crew
    The ones they got their styles from, but claimed
    They never knew

    Already...yeah
    The underground source, which everyone
    Eventually feeds from.
    Influence the industry in a round about way.
    What up to dilated peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde,
    Jurassic 5, erule, hobo
    Junction
    What's up saucey, what's up trend, medusa
    Manifesto, hip hop clan.

    Well the parties jumpin', the blowed is packed
    And when a crowds like this i'm ready to rap
    But before i can bust a rhyme on the mic
    I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes
    The scared battle dog, with the underground catalogue
    Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better place
    Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes
    Make the knowledge rain down in buckets
    Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away
    Build a work shop round where i stay
    Some people got the love, but they don't know the way
    Some people know the way, but they don't know what to say
    And i'm the sensei i greet'em from far and near
    Better watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here
    Leimert park's very own aceyalone
    The one who made the whole world come off the dome
    Up at the blowed

    What's the code
    Yo i'd like to send a special shout out to ben caldwell
    Much respect, thank
    You for everything you've done.
    Richard, 5th streets, world stage - billy higgins.
    Much respect due to the watts prophets.
    The last poets, and all the other poets out there
    Much love
    What's up a.k. tony

    You ever seen a rapper with fire in his eyes
    Wired up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
    Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
    Leimert park and 43th turn into a landmine
    B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
    Lookin' oh so fine
    My man bad drew gots the fresh designs
    And cheatum got the sound set bangin' from behind
    5000 boomin' watts, kaos network state of the art
    Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and meditations
    Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every thrusday night
    Where we give the new definition to open mic
    I hope y'all don't mistake glitter for gold
    While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the project blowed

    What's the code
    Yo, special shout out to all the god love,
    And all the energy out there,
    Positivity all the righteous men and women.
    Yo, what's up to my homie djinji brown, diamond d,
    Black star, de la soul,
    Organized konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one.
    There's a whole lotta people out there i respect.
    Project bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.

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