Lyrics:

(Thes One)
Thes born in south America
Moved to South Bay, Run with crew from Mid-City
Thats were I stay, I'm from LA always have been
And always will be Capital, *La Sprall* the P stands out like Palm Trees
Next to Pine Trees blownin' in a Santa Ana breeze
My DJs got fame, underground Rick Dees
I am MC so bring fuckin 5 minutes
I Jam like the one ten in the 84' Olympics
Keep the rhyme moving like the unity location
Rap has been my vocation since before the Japanese on the radio station
Thats why they Fired Jay Thomas, I keep it fattin' like the llama yo I promise
Never stop never change like the price at Dodger Stadium
I blow up rock free shows at the palladium
Afterwards the crew i'm taking up to Tommy's Burgers
Gotta be for every Los Angelino Murder
A rhyme for every burgler, Thes a *well worder*
It comes together in a freeway like East LA merger
That means you'll get no pay but I erge ya
Keep ya eye on LA like *Ta Kennedy reword ya*
Heard of someone better? Send em'my way
He get done the LA Way..... the Driveby way.....

Thes One (Verse 2)
Every one in my town think they got flow
Thes serve more wack MCs than waitress at Roscoes
You know at the graveyard shift, gettin spliff
We can take it downtown like Figueroa and 5th
And after that I'm heading up to El Cholo for some dinner
Bustin' thru the inner city underground like the red line
Thinner than the line at Car wash in El Nino
Thats you son see no time in this lo-cal
Underground down talkin bout yo I'm keepin it real
I'm coming wit the Walkmen and tapes not sealed
Not a 22, 45 but a 9' double 06
*Put it on your letter to the veter make a snap, send in a letter*
Letter to Thes, LA legend like Fernando Valenzuela
Yes he aint never ran in a battle yes
But he be smokin' beedies watchin the sun set from sunset