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 lifeStruggle, makin a name for themselves, makinHistory, makin a change.Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tapeSlangers, all the record pushers.This goes out to everybody doin it on they ownLivin legends, c.v.e.,Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, global phlowtaions.Project blowed whats the codeI been rockin mics since I was 12 years oldI was born in the jungle, the concrete slabWhere people take any and everything that they can grabSome niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the labMy project was to blow you up and break you off a slabPeople are strange, and people are badBut the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to haveIt started at the good life, house of the first sightinWe snatched raps out of they mouths when they were bitingThere was nothing more exciting then to serve and performOn crenshaw and exposition God was bornHe said please pass the mic to whomever is tightMe and the fellowship took it and we held it for dear lifeThe inner city griots, the wild, the style, the crewThe ones they got their styles from, but claimedThey never knewAlready...yeahThe underground source, which everyoneEventually feeds from.Influence the industry in a round about way.What up to dilated peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde,Jurassic 5, erule, hoboJunctionWhats up saucey, whats up trend, medusaManifesto, hip hop clan.Well the parties jumpin, the blowed is packedAnd when a crowds like this Im ready to rapBut before I can bust a rhyme on the micI gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripesThe scared battle dog, with the underground catalogue***** it, tryin to make the world a better placeInstead of duckin, still tryin to make the ducktesMake the knowledge rain down in bucketsMake a little somethin, and tuck it, just to give it awayBuild a work shop round where I staySome people got the love, but they dont know the waySome people know the way, but they dont know what to sayAnd Im the sensei I greetem from far and nearBetter watch the light in your eyes, a stars in hereLeimert parks very own aceyaloneThe one who made the whole world come off the domeUp at the blowedWhats the codeYo Id like to send a special shout out to ben caldwellMuch respect, thankYou for everything youve done.Richard, 5th streets, world stage - billy higgins.Much respect due to the watts prophets.The last poets, and all the other poets out thereMuch loveWhats up a.k. tonyYou ever seen a rapper with fire in his eyesWired up off the bud smoke tryin to flyRap, rap, rappin, rhyme, rhyme, rhymeLeimert park and 43th turn into a landmineB-boys tryin to flow they rhymes, and b-girlsLookin oh so fineMy man bad drew gots the fresh designsAnd cheatum got the sound set bangin from behind5000 boomin watts, kaos network state of the artAudio-video, filmin and editin , capoieria and meditationsComputers and telebeams, at the workshop every thrusday nightWhere we give the new definition to open micI hope yall dont mistake glitter for goldWhile we doin it, and puttin it down at the project blowedWhats the codeYo, special shout out to all the God love,And all the energy out there,Positivity all the righteous men and women.Yo, whats up to my homie djinji brown, diamond d,Black star, de la soul,Organized konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one.Theres a whole lotta people out there I respect.Project bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin it down.
