Yo this goes out to hip hop wide. Straight leimert park, california, los angeles. Yo, in the hip hop struggle, in the life Struggle, a name for themselves, makin' History, a change. Yeah all the project blowedians, all the Slangers, all the pushers. This goes out to everybody doin' it on own legends, c.v.e., Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, phlowtaions.
Project what's the code I been rockin' mics I was 12 years old I was born in the jungle, the slab Where people take any and everything they can grab Some chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab My project was to you up and break you off a slab People are strange, and are bad But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to It at the good life, house of the first sightin' We snatched raps out of they mouths when were biting was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform On and exposition God was born He please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for life The city griots, the wild, the style, the crew The they got their styles from, but claimed They never
Already...yeah The source, which everyone feeds from. Influence the industry in a round way. up to dilated peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde, Jurassic 5, erule, What's up saucey, what's up trend, Manifesto, hip hop clan.
the parties jumpin', the blowed is packed And when a crowds like this I'm to rap But I can bust a rhyme on the mic I gotta serve you in a just to ear my stripes The scared dog, with the underground catalogue Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes Make the knowledge rain down in a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away Build a work round where I stay Some people got the love, but they know the way Some people the way, but they don't know what to say And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here Leimert park's own aceyalone The one who the whole world come off the dome Up at the
What's the Yo I'd to send a special shout out to ben caldwell respect, thank You for everything done. Richard, 5th streets, world stage - higgins. respect due to the watts prophets. The last poets, and all the other out there Much up a.k. tony
You ever seen a with fire in his eyes up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, Leimert and 43th turn into a landmine B-boy's to flow they rhymes, and b-girls Lookin' oh so My man bad gots the fresh designs And cheatum got the sound set bangin' behind boomin' watts, kaos network state of the art Audio-video, and editin' , capoieria and meditations Computers and telebeams, at the every thrusday night we give the new definition to open mic I hope don't mistake glitter for gold While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the blowed
What's the Yo, shout out to all the God love, And all the out there, Positivity all the men and women. Yo, what's up to my djinji brown, diamond d, star, de la soul, konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one. There's a whole lotta out there I respect. bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.