Find Out - Aceyalone, Riddlore

Party people!

Your dreams have now been fulfilled

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 behavior

Now for your rock and roll heads or you ravers

You don’t know now but you going find out!

We be rocking this?

and kicks

Freestyle Fellowship in the mix

Afterlife Massmen 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 hot?

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 ass 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 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 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!