| Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide
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| Straight from Leimert Park, California, los Angeles
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| Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life
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| Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin'
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| History, makin' a change
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| Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape
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| Slangers, all the record pushers
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| This goes out to everybody doin' it on they own
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| Livin' Legends, C.V.E.,
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| Hieroglyphics, Likwit Crew, Global Phlowtaions
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| Project Blowed what’s the code
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| I been rockin' mics since I was 12 years old
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| I was born in the jungle, the concrete slab
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| Where people take any and everything that they can grab
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| Some niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
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| My project was to blow you up and break you off a slab
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| People are strange, and people are bad
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| But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to have
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| It started at the Good Life, house of the first sightin'
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| We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were biting
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| There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform
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| On Crenshaw and Exposition God was born
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| He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight
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| Me and the Fellowship took it and we held it for dear life
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| The Inner City Griots, the wild, the style, the crew
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| The ones they got their styles from, but claimed
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| They never knew
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| Already… Yeah
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| The underground source, which everyone
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| Eventually feeds from
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| Influence the industry in a round about way
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| What up to Dilated peoples, O.M.D., Pharcyde
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| Jurassic 5, Erule, Hobo
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| Junction
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| What’s up Saucey, what’s up Trend, Medusa
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| Manifesto, Hip Hop Clan
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| Well the parties jumpin', the Blowed is packed
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| And when a crowds like this I’m ready to rap
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| But before I can bust a rhyme on the mic
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| I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes
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| The scared battle dog, with the underground catalogue
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| Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better place
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| Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the duckets
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| Make the knowledge rain down in buckets
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| Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away
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| Build a work shop round where I stay
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| Some people got the love, but they don’t know the way
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| Some people know the way, but they don’t know what to say
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| And I’m the sensei I greet’em from far and near
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| Better watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here
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| Leimert Park’s very own Aceyalone
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| The one who made the whole world come off the dome
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| Up at the Blowed
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| What’s the code
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| Yo I’d like to send a special shout out to Ben Caldwell
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| Much respect, thank
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| You for everything you’ve done
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| Richard, 5th streets, World Stage — Billy Higgins
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| Much respect due to the Watts Prophets
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| The Last Poets, and all the other poets out there
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| Much love
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| What’s up A.K. |
| Tony
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| You ever seen a rapper with fire in his eyes
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| Wired up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
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| Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
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| Leimert Park and 43th turn into a landmine
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| B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
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| Lookin' oh so fine
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| My man Bad Drew gots the fresh designs
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| And Cheatum got the sound set bangin' from behind
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| 5000 boomin' watts, KAOS Network state of the art
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| Audio-video, filmin' and editin', capoieria and meditations
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| Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every Thrusday night
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| Where we give the new definition to open mic
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| I hope y’all don’t mistake glitter for gold
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| While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the Project Blowed
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| What’s the code
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| Yo, special shout out to all the god love
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| And all the Energy out there
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| Positivity all the righteous men and women
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| Yo, what’s up to my homie Djinji Brown, Diamond D
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| Black Star, De La Soul
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| Organized Konfusion, Common, Bahamadia, KRS-ONE
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| There’s a whole lotta people out there I respect
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| Project Bliz-ni-iz-no…puttin' it down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Project Blowed , by - Aceyalone. Song from the album Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп