Jim I.E. - O'sh** lyrics

[Intro] Microphone check, 1-2, 1-2 Trillo coming out your tape deck, who brung you? I done busted out your place with the cash in hand and They ain't even built a case for my factions man Kicking guerrilla war tactics Taking over Earth while it's spinning on it's axis Trillo k**in' verses and sh**tin' on your absence Former Chino residence the evidence is captioned Be sure to bring your gla**es Shoulda been here, who the f** you sleeping on If you was in p**no you the role that's getting skeeted on Speaking on a facial, tell your girl she needed more I swear she act a dime when really though she just a four She say her favorite line is still the only one she knows The one that I just wrote to single out the biggest hoes Ain't a ting for the raps but I, still furtha Only two words for the fire, k** murda [Chorus] I'm on my T-R-I-double-L-O sh** Sparking up another little L, oh sh** No sh** mother f**er, this is no hope sh** [Verse 1] Got me feeling like a young a** Kobe with the fro Yeah you know B, taking Eddie Jones' seat Wearing 8 and balling, shooting jumpers from the floor seats Courtesy reverses through the lane for what they owe me Stupid b**hes, I ain't have to have a Shaq Put me right between the kicks and I ain't have to have a map Hope you bought your season tix I'm coming back with acid raps And a whole lotta chances for these rappers talking smack This my presidential run Doing numbers out in LA, seeing presidential funds Taking digits like I'm swooping bricks out of ya stash spot I'm riding till I hear it's last stop, so the wraps off Cast off, tell 'em back off or the track's off I'm more or less an indica they more a crack rock I'm sorta like the quarterback they more of a mascot It's capital and b**hes, got that sh** on the caps lock [Chorus] I'm on my T-R-I-double-L-O sh** Sparking up another little L, oh sh** No sh** mother f**er, this is no hope sh** [Verse 2] I'ma chief rocka number one chief rocka The gun keep popping I'ma bump Pete Rock'a The one keep choppas on the run chief proper So… I keep it intact, in fact its brand new Playing dirty so a young'n can't lose, it's round 2 They tried to find the fake and guess they found you I'm security and finna bounce you…so bounce dude A lil midget on the scene is how I perfectly envision how y'all living In my dreams It's a natural indifference Witnessing magnificence Trillo kick it nice is what the general consensus is Existential word selection centerfold my emphasis Sense and science synthesis explain all the pretentiousness So serve a plate and show me manners 'Tis the season for the come up, guess who's Santa?