Project Blowed Lyrics - Accepted Eclectic - Aceyalone

Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide. 

Straight from Leimert Park, California, los Angeles. 

Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life 

Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin' 

history, makin' a change. 

Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape 

Slangers, all the record pushers. 

This goes out to everybody doin' it on they own 

Livin' Legends, C.V.E., 

Hieroglyphics, Likwit Crew, Global Phlowtaions. 

Project Blowed what's the code 

I been rockin' mics since I was 12 years old 

I was born in the jungle, the concrete slab 

Where people take any and everything that they can grab 

Some niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab 

My project was to blow you up and break you off a slab 

People are strange, and people are bad 

But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to have 

It started at the good life, house of the first sightin' 

We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were biting 

There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform 

On Crenshaw and Exposition God was born 

He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight 

Me and the Fellowship took it and we held it for dear life 

The Inner City Griots, the wild, the style, the crew 

The ones they got their styles from, but claimed 

They never knew 

Already...Yeah 

The underground source, which everyone 

Eventually feeds from. 

Influence the industry in a round about way. 

What up to Dilated peoples, O.M.D., Pharcyde, 

Jurassic 5, Erule, Hobo 

Junction 

What's up Saucey, what's up Trend, Medusa 

Manifesto, Hip Hop Clan. 

Well the parties jumpin', the Blowed is packed 

And when a crowds like this I'm ready to rap 

But before I can bust a rhyme on the mic 

I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes 

The scared battle dog, with the underground catalogue 

Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better place 

Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes 

Make the knowledge rain down in buckets 

Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away 

Build a work shop round where I stay 

Some people got the love, but they don't know the way 

Some people know the way, but they don't know what to say 

And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and near 

Better watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here 

Leimert Park's very own Aceyalone 

The one who made the whole world come off the dome 

Up at the Blowed 

What's the code 

Yo I'd like to send a special shout out to Ben Caldwell 

Much respect, thank 

You for everything you've done. 

Richard, 5th streets, World Stage - Billy Higgins. 

Much respect due to the Watts Prophets. 

The Last Poets, and all the other poets out there 

Much love 

What's up A.K. Tony 

You ever seen a rapper with fire in his eyes 

Wired up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly 

Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, rhyme 

Leimert Park and 43th turn into a landmine 

be -boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and be -girls 

Lookin' oh so fine 

My man Bad Drew gots the fresh designs 

And Cheatum got the sound set bangin' from behind 

5000 boomin' watts, KAOS network state of the art 

Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and meditations 

Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every Thrusday night 

Where we give the new definition to open mic 

I hope y'all don't mistake glitter for gold 

While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the Project Blowed 

What's the code 

Yo, special shout out to all the god love, 

and all the Energy out there, 

Positivity all the righteous men and women. 

Yo, what's up to my homie Djinji Brown, Diamond D, 

Black Star, De La Soul, 

Organized Konfusion, Common, Bahamadia, KRS-ONE. 

There's a whole lotta people out there I respect. 

Project Bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.