Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide.
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Straight from Leimert Park, California, los Angeles.
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Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life
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Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin'
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history, makin' a change.
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Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape
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Slangers, all the record pushers.
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This goes out to everybody doin' it on they own
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Livin' Legends, C.V.E.,
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Hieroglyphics, Likwit Crew, Global Phlowtaions.
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Project Blowed what's the code
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I been rockin' mics since I was 12 years old
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I was born in the jungle, the concrete slab
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Where people take any and everything that they can grab
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Some niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab
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My project was to blow you up and break you off a slab
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People are strange, and people are bad
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But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to have
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It started at the good life, house of the first sightin'
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We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were biting
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There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform
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On Crenshaw and Exposition God was born
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He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight
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Me and the Fellowship took it and we held it for dear life
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The Inner City Griots, the wild, the style, the crew
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The ones they got their styles from, but claimed
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They never knew
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Already...Yeah
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The underground source, which everyone
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Eventually feeds from.
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Influence the industry in a round about way.
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What up to Dilated peoples, O.M.D., Pharcyde,
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Jurassic 5, Erule, Hobo
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Junction
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What's up Saucey, what's up Trend, Medusa
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Manifesto, Hip Hop Clan.
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Well the parties jumpin', the Blowed is packed
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And when a crowds like this I'm ready to rap
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But before I can bust a rhyme on the mic
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I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes
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The scared battle dog, with the underground catalogue
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Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better place
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Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes
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Make the knowledge rain down in buckets
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Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away
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Build a work shop round where I stay
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Some people got the love, but they don't know the way
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Some people know the way, but they don't know what to say
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And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and near
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Better watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here
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Leimert Park's very own Aceyalone
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The one who made the whole world come off the dome
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Up at the Blowed
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What's the code
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Yo I'd like to send a special shout out to Ben Caldwell
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Much respect, thank
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You for everything you've done.
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Richard, 5th streets, World Stage - Billy Higgins.
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Much respect due to the Watts Prophets.
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The Last Poets, and all the other poets out there
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Much love
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What's up A.K. Tony
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You ever seen a rapper with fire in his eyes
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Wired up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly
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Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
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Leimert Park and 43th turn into a landmine
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B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls
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Lookin' oh so fine
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My man Bad Drew gots the fresh designs
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And Cheatum got the sound set bangin' from behind
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5000 boomin' watts, KAOS network state of the art
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Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and meditations
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Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every Thrusday night
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Where we give the new definition to open mic
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I hope y'all don't mistake glitter for gold
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While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the Project Blowed
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What's the code
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Yo, special shout out to all the god love,
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and all the Energy out there,
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Positivity all the righteous men and women.
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Yo, what's up to my homie Djinji Brown, Diamond D,
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Black Star, De La Soul,
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Organized Konfusion, Common, Bahamadia, KRS-ONE.
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There's a whole lotta people out there I respect.
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Project Bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.
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Project Blowed
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