Yo goes out to hip hop world wide. from leimert park, california, los angeles. Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the Struggle, a name for themselves, makin' History, a change. Yeah all the blowedians, all the tape Slangers, all the pushers. This goes out to doin' it on they own legends, c.v.e., Hieroglyphics, crew, global phlowtaions.
Project blowed the code I been rockin' since I was 12 years old I was in the jungle, the concrete slab Where people take any and everything they can grab Some niggas chilled on the block, but in the lab My project was to blow you up and you off a slab People are strange, and are bad But the of gabrier was something beautiful to have It started at the good life, house of the first We snatched raps out of they mouths they were biting There was nothing more exciting then to and perform On crenshaw and exposition God was He said please pass the mic to is tight Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for dear The inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew The ones they got their styles from, but They knew
Already...yeah The underground source, which Eventually from. Influence the in a round about way. up to dilated peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde, Jurassic 5, erule, What's up saucey, up trend, medusa Manifesto, hip hop clan.
the parties jumpin', the blowed is packed And when a crowds this I'm ready to rap But before I can bust a on the mic I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my The battle dog, with the underground catalogue Fuck it, tryin' to the world a better place Instead of duckin', still to make the ducktes Make the knowledge down in buckets a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away Build a work shop round where I Some got the love, but they don't know the way people know the way, but they don't know what to say And I'm the I greet'em from far and near Better watch the light in eyes, a stars in here Leimert very own aceyalone The one who made the whole world off the dome Up at the
the code Yo I'd to send a special shout out to ben caldwell Much respect, You for you've done. Richard, 5th streets, world stage - higgins. respect due to the watts prophets. The poets, and all the other poets out there Much up a.k. tony
You ever a rapper with fire in his eyes up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, Leimert park and 43th turn into a tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls Lookin' oh so My man bad drew gots the fresh And cheatum got the sound set bangin' behind 5000 watts, kaos network state of the art Audio-video, and editin' , capoieria and meditations Computers and telebeams, at the workshop thrusday night Where we the new definition to open mic I y'all don't mistake glitter for gold we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the project blowed
What's the Yo, special out to all the God love, And all the out there, Positivity all the men and women. Yo, what's up to my homie djinji brown, d, star, de la soul, konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one. There's a whole people out there I respect. bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.