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Project Blowed

Rhymesayers

Living Legends

Independent music

Yeah, the Midwest’s finest, amid the best rhymers

Peasants in my presence, address me as your highness

Never been the one to debate who the flyest

Or who shoot the most, or who get the highest

My level of rap remain intact for a decade

Two classics dropped, my art rank among the best made

Print, I swing sound just like a switchblade

Aim it at your face, give that ass a quick fade

Yes I’m from the C.I., got my Illinois up

Yes I’m in a crew, but really I’m in a boys club

Real talk, I better be stacking my blessings

Cause I got a really good deal, and deals bring lessons

A regular dame met a nice dude, spit rounds for the brother

He said «I like you, come join my mighty crew»

And even though they rarely play her

I’m a player, the queen of Rhymesayers

I’m still singing the late night blues

Roaming the West Coast, tryna make these moves

Started out with 18 dudes

Headshots the crew, late the name ring through

I’m down with the A-Team too

Me and Abstract Rude in a Cadillac Coupe

On the road tryna grab that loot

Red black green in some black strap boots

Vanglorious co-founder of the Blowed notorious

Next I was the X-Clan of the Battle Axe Warriors

West threw down that bloody axe and started rhyme saying

Now I’m slaying these chicken liver niggas in the frying pan

I saute em 'till I can taste em, I cause mayhem

I flambe em, I lambaste em

The translation, they can’t face em, I pancake em

I lost patience, they got wasted

The frisbee turned into a boomerang

From the L.B.C. maneuver, the slang

LMNO’s the name, Visionaries the crew

Since the Tribe was Unique, been rocking with Ab Rude

Bless up, that dude’s one of the best, easy

You can hear and see for yourself, witness, believe me

Till the next go around you can find me in the sound

Walls of separation only good for tearing down

Neb Luv, L.B.C., Jah Skills, Warren G

Def Jam, N.Y.C., Unit 5 reality

Back then kept the kush on the deck

Hit the Good Life a few times just to get respect

Polly with the Mass Men, we knocked out seeking

And set it off with the heist that’s when the crew was peaking

Wheels up, yeah, we off on tour

Hit Europe 3 times, hood stars for sure

All of us were monsters first before the Blowed sponsored us

Killer Cali King, far as concrete, I’m a conqueror

Crenshaw’s Obama, yeah, choke hold a local artist

Then I turn they cypher into my oval office

Rappers better off with Jodeci boots

Or singing topless, or bringing homage

Fuck yo couch, Oscar the Grouch, feed me garbage

I’m Otherwize on Florence with influence

Blak Forest founding fathers

Can only promise a sucker pain, I’m Clubber Lang

Or I’m Sutter Cane how every quote drive a slut insane

Cause life’s a bitch but me and these niggas runnin' train

So if you’re on the track, step back or select another lane

Duck a fade or tuck your chain before they find you

By the Cecil stuck on Main with stomach pains

It’s boulevard billions bitch, you know the fucking name

Service 4−3, easy money gang, nothing changed

See the Blowed, Swim Team, Hellfyre, you read that

Started way before when they was rockin' a red cap

Back at Hamilton had the clouds where my head’s at

Midnight Records where the soldier was breathed at

Got a lot of homies and I’m on many teams

Seen so many circles and I seen so many scenes

Kick ya ass with pizzazz and the bars man they so extreme

Gotta thank having this style to my upbringing

We the last sons of the Blowed, no orphanage

8 Neos and each has a Morphius

Soloists cliqued like neocon globalists

Hand to hand, hustle or campaign promo pics

Swim Team, indie the wold fashioned way

From Rae’s «Faster Blade» to A-Team's «Maskaraid»

Inspired by outliers

So R.I.P. to G-Black and peace to the outsiders

I used to work at Fred Segal

Now I’m just killing the beats from Ken Segal

Came in the rap game at sixteen

Young dread, clean with freezing the 16's

Went to the Blowed to test the rhymes

Got served a lot but I progressed with time

Explored different scenes, changed y perspective

Then it put me on a whole separate grind

The holy poet keeps it vicious and nutritious out in Pyramid City

A buff buffet, I got infinite bars with me

Jah love all day, my Imperial Guard’s with me

I’m satellite high, I got Sirius star with me

AK-day mix and Queenn Anne Park equipped me

Now it’s Blowed and B-L, y’all officially gone fishing

Dr. Oop’s world class, don’t sleep on me family, or fuck it

Wait 'till I pass and holler 'Grammy' at the Grammy’s

Either way

It’s Luck, I’m chilling

Living Legends, Youtube a few million

I’m a Journeyman, built it from the floor to the ceiling

We should probably write a book how to kill it

Naw, youngstas don’t want that

Some rock show’s Vox be on track

That’s whack, doot, put that on my tattoos

Bad dude we done been around the world too

Sunspot Jonz, you better watch the real throne

Mystik Journeymen from the Living Legends

Occupation: Killer --- assassination flow

West Coast in here releasing your soul

Fuck the radio praising dumb assholes

And down to battle, get ya at your damn show

Promoters and vultures, you’re now an organ donor

To this 4-track king coming out of California

As the Earth turns around the sun and I begin my final push

You will begin to see the one without talking to burning bush

The one being the wonderful ways the planet shifts into the next phase

Resume demonstrate my embodiment of monumental speech instruction

Fluctuation of tongue create magic

Havoc and peace and the same time so spastic

Yet so always in control and chemistry soothing

Always Legendary, I’m always in the mix

There’s an MC flowing deep and wide and I

Can’t stop rising with the tide tonight

Stopped at a slow light, survived the drive

Momma these lions gonna ride or die

Yep, all I need is a paint coat

To rejuvenate, marinate, no scapegoat

Codename: Grouch --- never be torn again

Oh yes, God bless the Scorpion