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Produced by Jim I.E.

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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 aint even built a case for my factions man
Kicking guerrilla war tactics
Taking over Earth while it's spinning on it's axis
Trillo killin verses and shittin on your absence
Former Chino residence the evidence is captioned,
be sure to bring your glasses
Shoulda been here, who the fuck you sleeping on
If you was in porno 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 hos
Ain't a ting for da raps but I, still furtha
Only two words for the fire, kill murda

I'm on my T-R-I-double-L-O shit
Sparking up another little L, oh shit
No shit mother fucker, this is no hope shit

Got me feeling like a young ass 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 bitches, I aint 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 Im 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 Im swooping bricks out of ya stash spot
I'm riding till I hear it's last stop, so the wraps's 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 bitches, got that shit on the caps lock

Chorus

I'ma chief rocka number one chief rocka
The gun keep popping Ima 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?

Chorus

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from Volume 1: Nostalgia, released November 5, 2013

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