Yo goes out to hip hop world wide. Straight 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 blowedians, all the tape Slangers, all the pushers. This goes out to doin' it on they own legends, c.v.e., Hieroglyphics, likwit crew, phlowtaions.
blowed what's the code I been rockin' since I was 12 years old I was in the jungle, the concrete slab Where people take any and that they can grab niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab My was to blow you up and break you off a slab are strange, and people are bad But the of gabrier was something beautiful to have It started at the good life, of the first sightin' We snatched raps out of mouths when they were biting There was nothing more then to serve and perform On and exposition God was born He said pass the mic to whomever 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 got their styles from, but claimed They never
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.
Well the parties jumpin', the blowed is And a crowds like this I'm ready to rap But before I can bust a on the mic I gotta serve you in a cipher to ear my stripes The scared battle dog, the underground catalogue Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a place Instead of duckin', still tryin' to the ducktes Make the knowledge rain in buckets Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to it away a work shop round where I stay Some people got the love, but they don't 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 light in your eyes, a stars in Leimert park's own aceyalone The one who made the world come off the dome Up at the
What's the Yo I'd like to send a shout out to ben caldwell respect, thank You for you've done. Richard, 5th streets, world - billy higgins. Much due to the watts prophets. The last poets, and all the other out there Much 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, park and 43th turn into a landmine B-boy's tryin' to flow rhymes, and b-girls oh so fine My man bad drew gots the fresh 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 thrusday Where we give the new to open mic I hope y'all don't glitter for gold While we doin' it, and 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 lotta people out I respect. bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.