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   B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-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.