Blowed Anthem

[Sample]

Project Blowed

Project Blowed

[Verse 1: Busdriver]

By a show of hands

How many of you went to Project Blowed instead of having hot sex with hoes

Watch feds rip shows and spit flows

By a show of hands

How many of you dig the [?]

And spend nights with hedonists while breathing in a mist of weed 'n a spliff knowin' you need to quit

By a show of hands

How of you will self-destruct and underachieve

And don't know the difference between hunger and greed

Or help your baby mother with your seed (I wanna hear y'all say it)

By a show of hands

How many of y'all know of Driver

As a duck bill platypus while uphill rappers push rhymes to equate diamonds and estates

I defy time and space, while others [?]

Exacting mini-mes [?] similes tap into the MP3 and rap endless for half a century

You'll still be a wack emcee

[?] voice is in the monitor

You act like you want to be my boyfriend and a stenographer

Put the reed in my mouth and [?] barometer temperature readout

You loiter [?] your punk ass I will seek out (I see you!)

By a show of hands

How many of you would worship God if it was convenient to save your ass

Because you're not obedient to the slave task of [?]

[?] brain blast

[?]

But you believe in a [?] and Gods inherit things that are oxygen-based

But you're socked in the face in a theological debate

[?] talk out of place, nailed to a cross with stake

Locked in a place where your fed toxic waste [?] frosted flakes (ha!)

People, by a show of hands

[Sample]

Project Blowed, what's the code

Project Blowed, what's the code

Project... Project... Project... Blowed

[Verse 2: Busdriver]

By a show of hands

How many of you went to Project Blowed instead of having hot sex with hoes

Watch feds rip shows and spit flows

By a show of hands

Watch feds rip shows and spit flows

By a show of hands

And spend nights with hedonists while breathing in a mist of weed 'n a spliff knowin' you need to quit

By a show of hands

How many of you dig the [?] involve with girls that make your dick [?]

So you quit your job and skip town

Find your body at the end of a fishing or a ditch in the ground (Stay with me people)

By a show of hands

How many of you are rich snobs in hick town (be honest)

By a show of hands

How many of you heard the song and didn't like it

And your crew didn't like the song either

How many of you know Driver's a psychic palm reader

A life-long achiever of rhyming all night long through a speaker

Put people's hands up like [?] cheerleaders with long sleeve shirts

By a show of hands

How many of you chant Allah Akbar at a squad car as a peaceful protest

Against the evil grotesque ideals from pop stars choosin' exposed flesh

I keep my eyes peeled, wide open

By a show of hands

[Outro: Busdriver]

Anyway, that concludes our program this evening of Project Blowed

Come back next week where there will be more festivities for all of to enjoy

By a show of hands

Busdriver

Busdriver, huh

[?]

Daddy Kev

Project Blowed

Busdriver

Afterlife, huh

Show them hands, voice your opinion