Chorus
12 years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to spit these MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I’m about to say
The beat was dope, and it went this way…

Well my name is T, from the golden state
They call San Andreas cause I cause earthquakes
Been rhyming on the mic since the age of 8
The fans and the people tell me that I’m great
Yall can hate, but they relate, trying to get all of you walking through them pearly gates
I been to city’s all around the globe, Nicaragua
Australia down to Tokyo, Lima Peru and London back to San Tropez
When I’m in Paris France pale vu France
Seen me on TV and on big screens
Now I’m crushing MC’s like they jelly beans
Now get both of them hands in tha air
And wave em all around like in around like B-Boys in flair
We bringing the noise, and a raising our voice
Plus I keep it old school like the Beastie Boys.

I had to take this rhyme back to the 80’s
When rap was bout skills DJ’s and the ladies
Didn’t rhyme about sex and degrading themselves
And rappers didn’t glorify busting em’ shells
This is a hip-hop blast from the past, stop
All the violence put away all the straps
Better enjoy the music cuz it’s not gonna last
If we keep on glorifying all the killing and gats
The milies and Mac’s the chronic and hash and the cats slanging perico on the corner for cash
We gotta try to make a change for the better, and stop
Selling out for the fame and the cheddar, put down berretta
Quit throwing up letters
I’m trying to make a difference it ain’t getting no better
That’s why I came to represent for all of my people
Wit conscious rap Chico, cuz it’s almost illegal

Peace love and respect to Run DMC, LL Cool J, and the treacherous three
Kool G Rap and Kool Mo Dee, Marley Marl, Kool Herc and Kid Capri
I was blessed to make records wit KRS, now I’m hustling hard trying to resurrect the West
One love to all the people that passed away, Big Pun, Pac, Biggie, Jam Master Jay