Yo goes 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 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 born in the jungle, the slab Where people take any and everything that can grab niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab My project was to blow you up and break you off a are strange, and people are bad But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to It started at the good life, house of the first We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were 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 dear The inner city griots, the wild, the style, the The ones they got their from, but claimed They knew
Already...yeah The underground source, everyone Eventually from. Influence the industry in a round way. What up to peoples, o.m.d., pharcyde, Jurassic 5, erule, What's up saucey, what's up trend, Manifesto, hip hop clan.
Well the parties jumpin', the is packed And when a crowds like this I'm to rap But I can bust a rhyme on the mic I serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes The scared battle dog, with the underground Fuck it, tryin' to the world a better place Instead of duckin', still tryin' to the ducktes Make the knowledge down in buckets Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to it away Build a work shop round where I people got the love, but they don't know the way Some people know the way, but they know what to say And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and Better watch the light in your eyes, a 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 everything done. Richard, 5th streets, world stage - higgins. Much respect due to the prophets. The last poets, and all the other poets out love What's up a.k.
You ever seen a with fire in his eyes up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, park and 43th turn into a landmine B-boy's tryin' to they rhymes, and b-girls Lookin' oh so My man bad drew gots the designs And cheatum got the sound set bangin' behind 5000 boomin' watts, kaos state of the art Audio-video, filmin' and , capoieria and meditations Computers and telebeams, at the every thrusday night we give the new definition to open mic I y'all don't mistake glitter for gold While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the project
the code 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 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.