Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Find Out, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Love & Hate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.06.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
Find Out |
| Party people! |
| Your dreams have now been fulfilled |
| Get out your seats and let’s get ill |
| We’re not just raw, it’s Project Blow! |
| Well it’s time for Underground flavor |
| Hip-Hop make you change your behavior |
| Now for your rock and roll heads or you ravers |
| You don’t know now but you going find out! |
| We be rocking this? |
| and kicks |
| Freestyle Fellowship in the mix |
| Afterlife Massmen in the mix |
| You don’t know now but you going find out! |
| I don’t think that I’m gonna sleep tonight |
| My name is Aceyalone keep it tight |
| Them other fools just can’t freak the mic man |
| You don’t know now but you going find out! |
| Who got, who got, who got, who got |
| Underground around the world smoking hot? |
| Who got the mic to serve you bumbaklots? |
| You don’t know now but you going find out! |
| Party people! |
| Your dreams have now been furfilled |
| Get out your seats and let’s get ill |
| We’re not just raw, it’s Project Blow! |
| One for the money, two for all the rest mine crew from the West |
| Through with all the mess yes you’re rocking with best beyond a doubt |
| We get you up for the ressurection |
| That afterlife Project Blow connection |
| I’m rhyming to get rid of your imperfections |
| The who, what, where, when and why |
| Legendary style that we spit on the mic |
| Whether, memorize or the improvise |
| Blow the? |
| doors see you? |
| doors been opening the doors so we pack the floors |
| You were looking for a battle but you fell into a WAR! |
| Party people! |
| Your dreams have now been furfilled |
| Get out your seats and let’s get ill |
| We’re not just raw, it’s Project Blow! |
| One for the money, two for the show |
| Three four five six and seven for the flow |
| Eight nine ten eleven, add a couple mo |
| I got one double O one ways I could go, so |
| Have a seat, relax your feet |
| Roll out the stair walkmen rock this beat |
| If you ain’t got this then you incomplete |
| Go feel this heat on your neighborhood street |
| Try to make end’s meet, greet and get aquainted |
| This is alot different from the picture that they painted |
| I try to explain it, the best way that I can |
| Today’s all I got, yesterday is? |
| I’m a grown ass man who gots to survive |
| Hold out your hand and all they do is slap you a five |
| We shuttin down the microphone as soon we arrive |
| Use my powers to the guns and knives |
| Party people! |
| Your dreams have now been furfilled |
| Get out your seats and let’s get ill |
| We’re not just raw, it’s Project Blow! |
| Hang you around and the ground cause to bound to the sound |
| Of the tomb of the boom we consumed by the pound |
| Of the bass-drum bass some, take some take some |
| ?We would be rhymin for time combining? |
| The mind of a villian we chilling and reclining |
| With the mic in my hand swinging to a beat |
| Bobbin my head with dropping what said |
| Hot like a potato, or in Aesop’s Fable |
| Lable this the real typical receipt of? |
| From a sucker loose slips, who sliped? |
| Or give up the mic a beat that is tight |
| Or rather ignite as I put you in gear to take flight |
| Like a terydocatle, a sparrow or an astronaut |
| A eagle or seagle or a rock from a slingshot |
| The error of bullet from a the barrel of a four-four |
| Image mixed with the whistles of? |
| like it was World War III |
| The mic and me are deadly combo rumble rumble crumble |
| So you could stumble down like the Wall’s Of Jericho |
| When the solo’s blown into the microphone |
| Party people! |
| Your dreams have now been furfilled |
| Get out your seats and let’s get ill |
| We’re not just raw, it’s Project Blow! |
| .You don’t know now but you going find out! |