Yo this out to hip hop world wide. from leimert park, california, los angeles. Yo, in the hip hop struggle, in the life Struggle, makin' a 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 blowed the code I been rockin' mics I was 12 years old I was in the jungle, the concrete slab Where people take any and everything that they can Some niggas 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 beautiful to have It started at the good life, house of the sightin' We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were There was nothing more exciting then to serve and On crenshaw and God was born He please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me and the took it and we held it for dear life The inner griots, the wild, the style, the crew The they got their styles from, but claimed They knew
Already...yeah The underground source, which Eventually from. Influence the industry in a about way. What up to peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde, Jurassic 5, erule, What's up saucey, up trend, medusa Manifesto, hip hop clan.
Well the parties jumpin', the is packed And when a like this I'm ready to rap But before I can bust a on the mic I gotta serve you in a just to ear my stripes The scared battle dog, the underground catalogue Fuck it, to make the world a better place Instead of duckin', still tryin' to the ducktes the knowledge rain down in buckets Make a little somethin', and tuck it, to give it away Build a work round where I stay Some people got the love, but they know the way Some know the way, but they don't know what to say And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and Better watch the in your eyes, a stars in here Leimert park's very own The one who made the whole come off the dome Up at the
What's the Yo I'd like to send a special out to ben caldwell Much respect, You for you've done. Richard, 5th streets, world - billy higgins. Much respect due to the prophets. The last poets, and all the other out there love What's up a.k.
You ever a rapper with fire in his eyes Wired up off the bud smoke to fly Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, Leimert and 43th turn into a landmine B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and Lookin' oh so My man bad drew the fresh designs And cheatum got the sound set bangin' from boomin' watts, kaos network state of the art Audio-video, and editin' , capoieria and meditations Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every night Where we give the new to open mic I hope y'all mistake glitter for gold While we it, and puttin' it down at the project blowed
the code 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 homie djinji brown, d, star, de la soul, konfusion, common, bahamadia, krs-one. There's a whole lotta people out I respect. bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.