Aceyalone - Find Out lyrics

Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled Get out your seats and let's get ill We're not just raw, it's Project Blow! well it's time for Underground flavor Hip-Hop make you change your behavier Now for your rock and roll heads or your ravers You don't know now but you going find out! we be rocking this? and kicks Freestyle Fellowship in the mix Afterlife Ma**men in the mix You don't know now but you going find out! I don't think that I'm gonna sleep tonight My name is Aceyalone keep it tight Them other fools just can't freak the mic man You don't know now but you going find out! Who got, who got, who got, who got Underground around the world smoking out? Who got the mic to serve you bumbaklots? You don't know now but you going find out! Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled Get out your seats and let's get ill We're not just raw, it's Project Blow! One for the money, two for all the rest mine crew from the West Through with all the mess yes you're rocking with best beyond a doubt We get you up for the ressurection That afterlife Project Blow connection I'm rhyming to get rid of your imperfections The who, what, where, when and why Legendary style that we spit on the mic Whether, memorize or the improvise Blow the? doors see you? doors been opening the doors so we pack the floors You were looking for a battle but you fell into a WAR! Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled Get out your seats and let's 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 mo I got one double O one ways I could go, so Have a seat, relax your feet Roll out the stair walkmen rock this beat If you ain't got this then you incomplete Go feel this heat on your neighborhood street Try to make end's meet, greet and get aquainted This is alot different from the picture that they painted I try to explain it, the best way that I can Today's all I got, yesterday is? I'm a grown a** man who gots to survive Hold out your hand and all they do is slap you a five We shuttin down the microphone as soon we arrive Use my powers to the guns and knives Party people! Your dreams have now been furfilled Get out your seats and let's 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 ba**-drum ba** 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 s**er 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 dreams have now been furfilled Get out your seats and let's get ill We're not just raw, it's Project Blow! ..You don't know now but you going find out!