Kan of Whoop Ass (TeamSupreme x Project Blowed Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Riddlore?] I'm a Blowedian but I'm trotting the globe as it spins Plotting my course down the road as it bends Outlaw from the Wild West like I should be on horseback Gettin' high in the saddle while I ride to the battle Gettin' live like the ammo when the hammer strikes the pin Rhymin' Riddlore? strikes again No water for your garden will have your pansies dying For blowing it on the mic like dandelions [Verse 2: Ellay Khule] Grew up as a LA kid, struggled through this Cali culture Served 'em by the ton so you know I kept a fatter quota I am the master Yoda but you in a bad position like yoga Puffin' on some doja, crushing like a bulldozer Should have listened when I told ya, now I'm spittin' like a cobra I'm Ellay Khule or Rifleman so fuck what they told ya General from the Life or the Blowed when I'm on that Hip Hop Kclan shit Good life bullies are the crews that I ran with [Verse 3: Shames Worthy] The name's Shames Worthy but you probably know Raphi From the Good Life or Blowed from the early years I suppose That's where I paid dues, before my crew made moves It was all about stylin' and servin' fools I wrote my first raps on Pico & Fairfax Linked up with the LPG, started the Tunnel Rats Some other cats would laugh, we made our own path I'm a shooting star travel so far with an 8 bar paragraph [Verse 4: Gel Roc] Original Gel Roc, Life Seen Differently EX2, don't forget Mass Ministry Underground rap kings yes the epitome If y'all don't know, this yo epiphany No future in yo' frontin' when you recognize history Villains no sympathy, never been busier The output is linear, my outlook is grittier From LM to Whittier, y'all just shittier [Verse 5: JRoz] They see me on the street and they go "JRoz I remember you back from the Blowed Spittin' in the cypher twisting up a optimo Piecing in my black book so when's your next show?" Tell 'em go check the website, might catch the next flight Keep the text at the pen write tight like left right Sleep on Abstract, that's a rude awakening My dude is home weighing things I'm doing my lady things [Verse 6: Brandi Kane] Super California-istic super collab Super sick with it, who is this chick? Who is that? It's them Project Blowedians, act like you know me bitch Shout out to them flows we kick and the out of town shows we did And all them MC's murdered that don't exist Resting in they own piss, yeah go on pour a sip They done forget the pump at your front door Now you unsure blood clot, they don't want more [Verse 7: Jizzm] We're ancient alien b-boys transforming into dinosaur mode Abstract underground fossils, you can find us at the Blowed Heating MC's up, heating up when times are so cold Leading them up, beating them up machete slice em with a flow We stay ready, they all deadly illosophic merciless medley Is holding steady, life's too short to sweat the petty The throne was heavy, wimpy whip a can out don't ask me for a handout Like herpes on your thumb and you can stand out [Verse 8: Self Jupiter] Cadillac Coupe Deville em, been chillin' like a villain since "Top Billin'" That "hippy to the hippy the hop" feeling Kill em off, convertible soft ceiling Morbidly obese black Matt Dillon When I tell you I'm one of the best that ever did it, I'm not kiddin' Shocks go a little bit lower when I get in where I fit in grinning Prince Fielder on the mic in the 9th inning I walk off homie 'cause I like winning [Verse 9: Zumbi] Damn, where's my heart at, where did I leave it? They call me constant, can't fucking believe it Or maybe it's nonsense, I'm being facetious Puffin' the reefer still stuck in the speaker Deeming me conscious, marvelous content Looking in the mirror can't see if you haunted I'm after Marcus, still chucking a Ohm, bustin' a poem And long after I'm gone I'm still moving the moon Sun and the stars, that's who we are When I'm blessing a bar, my squad rep for God Peace to the Earths, seeking a birth That's why I'm speaking in verse of what you feel is church [Verse 10: Myka 9] It's all love it's my mantra, my vocal Merkabah My choke hold hurts robbers, I told all of my obsessed Hype show at my concerts like you info sponsored So when you go bonkers off this song then bomb first I thirst for the unrehearsed verse that conquered The warmonger found armor from the Dalai Lama The dilemma that became our delivery I foundered Then I burn like the 23rd psalm, word to my mama I'm stronger more harm than Hood who's good living So I stood in prison I should listen to the Good Book written Let wings emerge like birds shittin' Saint Myka, rhyme archangel splittin' This trans dimensional veil of the game hittin' from ballers Like badminton all hail radio Good Life, Project Blowed These MC's that been bitten but they gotta feed they children Listen [Verse 11: Medusa] How can I squeeze it all in? Before I was Medusa with the hot damn pen They call me Lady Tick Tuck for my pop locking Breakin' one radiotron, groove-o-tron, et cetera Not being cocky, but I only have 8 bars for moving on Stepped from a cage S.I.N. to the Good Life stage And Stranger Inside is the film you can catch me on Project Blowed icon On the bra strap many of these broads done dangled from And got a Grammy with Ozomatli to show you the type of shit I'm on You seen me, rocking stage, dropping jewels for your seedlings Need I go on?