Back from the dead.
I'm coming out swinging.
Ear to the streets
Hear what the people singing.
Melodies of fatigue.
Tried of the plain.
Its time for change.
Some of y'all sound the same.
I warn you whoever don't believe will.
I'll keep puttin' it down 'til crowned "King of the Hill."
Don't trip I keep it real but still be dressed to kill.
And what's ill is how this man keeps his hand concealed.
Its cuz I deal.
Never reveal my cards even in my own yard.
That's how a fool will get scarred.
Turn up the heat but chill to the 3rd degree.
Bachelor's to Master's see they can't learn me.
No Professor I'm a protester.
Real West Co representer.
Never shook up in the epicenter.
Always still down to rip opposites.
Rewind that line to find it.
Trip when you do.
Back in the day when I was able to be another MC
in the back of a room with no name
I could tell the ones who would not make it
and who would fake it.
But it wasn't me tho because I had what it took.
Ya better believe I gave it all.
I made 'em look twice. Did it right.
I knew I had to get up in the spotlight.
I followed rules and paid dues.
And I got tight when I rocked mics.
Coming up with or withOUT anybody.
And I doubt you got what it takes
to make them scream & shout.
"CALI QUAKE" will shake the states.
Then I'm out. Look.
Life aftershock shook.
Read from the good book.
Crackin' the concrete when I put my foot down.
Sounding like thunder but under the ground.
So there's no need to wonder how I move the crowd.
Say it loud. I told you to "Wake Up Boy!"
back on "EXPERIENCE" and now I gotta shake it up.