Nigga asked me, "What's Project Blowed?"

"Well, you got a few choices now. Well, I mean, it can be just a style. Y'know a style of hip hop. Or it could be like a whole movement, y'know what I'm sayin'? Or it could just be a crew."

[Verse 1]

Hip hop got thrown into a garbage bin

Compromising art for sale

And they're marketing

In the holy land

Rushed to the ER with your entrails in the seat of your car

Possibilities are endless

[Chorus]

Hip hop ain't dead

We're here to determine the verdict

Everybody's stylin'

[Verse 2]

What did the scientist say to the emcee?

'Cause in this day and age we get paid a wage that's come along way since the slave trade

We're the wrong writers

'Cause now I got poetry to sell 'cause I made my girlfriend's ovaries swell

But if you know me well, I don't have phony details