Find Out
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
Well it's time for Underground flavor
Hip hop make ya change yo behavior
Now for you rock-n-roll heads or you ravers
You don't know now but you gon' find out
We'll be rocking the snares and kicks
Freestyle fellowship in the mix
Afterlife best men in the mix
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
I don't think that im'a sleep tonight
My name is Aceyalone keep it tight
Them other fools just cant freak the mic
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Who got, who got, who got, who got
Unbderground on the road smoking hot
Who got the mic to serves these bumboclot!
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
One for the money, two for the all the rest
My crew from the west is through with all the mess
Yes, you rocking with the best beyond the doubt
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
We get you up for the ressurection
That after life project-low connection
Im rhyming to get rid of you imperfections
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
The who, what, where, when, and why
Legendary style that we spit on the mic
Whether memorize or the improvise
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Pass the door see we be shacking doors been
Open the doors so we pack the floors
You were looking for a battle but you fell into a war!
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
One for the money, two for the show
Three, four, five, six, and seven for the flow
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, add a couple more
I got one double o one ways that i can go
So have a sit relax yo feet
Boy i'll stand walk man rock this beat
If you aint got this than you aint complete
Yo feel this heat on your neighborhood street
Trying to make ends meet, freak and get aquainted
This alot different from the pictures that they gave ya
Ill try to explain it the best way that i can
Today's all i got; yesterday i stand
Im a grown ass man who got to survive
Hold out yo hand and all i do is slap you five
They shutin down the microphone soon as we arrive
Use my powers to the guns and knives
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
Hang you around and the ground cause to bound to the sound
Of the tomb of the boom we consumed by the pound
Of the bass-drum bass some, take some take some
We would be rhymin for time combining
The mind of a villian we chilling and reclining
With the mic in my hand swinging to a beat
Bobbin my head with dropping what said
Hot like a potato, or in Aesop's Fable
Lable this the real typical receipt of
From a sucker loose slips, who sliped
Or give up the mic a beat that is tight
Or rather ignite as I put you in gear to take flight
Like a terydocatle, a sparrow or an astronaut
A eagle or seagle or a rock from a slingshot
The error of bullet from a the barrel of a four-four
Image mixed with the whistles of like it was World War III
The mic and me are deadly combo rumble rumble crumble
So you could stumble down like the Wall's Of Jericho
When the solo's blown into the microphone
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
You don't know now but you going find out!
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
Well it's time for Underground flavor
Hip hop make ya change yo behavior
Now for you rock-n-roll heads or you ravers
You don't know now but you gon' find out
We'll be rocking the snares and kicks
Freestyle fellowship in the mix
Afterlife best men in the mix
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
I don't think that im'a sleep tonight
My name is Aceyalone keep it tight
Them other fools just cant freak the mic
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Who got, who got, who got, who got
Unbderground on the road smoking hot
Who got the mic to serves these bumboclot!
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
One for the money, two for the all the rest
My crew from the west is through with all the mess
Yes, you rocking with the best beyond the doubt
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
We get you up for the ressurection
That after life project-low connection
Im rhyming to get rid of you imperfections
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
The who, what, where, when, and why
Legendary style that we spit on the mic
Whether memorize or the improvise
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Pass the door see we be shacking doors been
Open the doors so we pack the floors
You were looking for a battle but you fell into a war!
You don't know now but you gon' find out!
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
One for the money, two for the show
Three, four, five, six, and seven for the flow
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, add a couple more
I got one double o one ways that i can go
So have a sit relax yo feet
Boy i'll stand walk man rock this beat
If you aint got this than you aint complete
Yo feel this heat on your neighborhood street
Trying to make ends meet, freak and get aquainted
This alot different from the pictures that they gave ya
Ill try to explain it the best way that i can
Today's all i got; yesterday i stand
Im a grown ass man who got to survive
Hold out yo hand and all i do is slap you five
They shutin down the microphone soon as we arrive
Use my powers to the guns and knives
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
Hang you around and the ground cause to bound to the sound
Of the tomb of the boom we consumed by the pound
Of the bass-drum bass some, take some take some
We would be rhymin for time combining
The mind of a villian we chilling and reclining
With the mic in my hand swinging to a beat
Bobbin my head with dropping what said
Hot like a potato, or in Aesop's Fable
Lable this the real typical receipt of
From a sucker loose slips, who sliped
Or give up the mic a beat that is tight
Or rather ignite as I put you in gear to take flight
Like a terydocatle, a sparrow or an astronaut
A eagle or seagle or a rock from a slingshot
The error of bullet from a the barrel of a four-four
Image mixed with the whistles of like it was World War III
The mic and me are deadly combo rumble rumble crumble
So you could stumble down like the Wall's Of Jericho
When the solo's blown into the microphone
Party people, your dream have now been fulfilled
Get out your seats and lets get ill
We're not just raw, it's Project Blow!
You don't know now but you going find out!
Credits
Writer(s): Edwin M. Jr. Hayes, H. Owens
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