N***a 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