Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Project Blowed, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Project Blowed |
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 duckets |
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 |