Lupe Fiasco and Chill’s Spotlight unveil the piece of music titled “Ohh Oh”.
On September 16, the new 1st & 15th compilation EP Chill’s Spotlight 3 was released. Two of the five records were from Lupe’s extensive archive. “The Pen and the Needlz” and “Ohh Oh” came from the rapper’s 2005 mixtape Fahrenheit 1/15. At 23, the artist produced both records, proving that he was destined for the music industry. The mellow beats and clever wordplay provided by the tracks showed beyond doubt that Lupe was ahead of his time.
In “Ohh Oh,” the rapper talked about many topics while showing off his double entendres.
Lupe Fiasco, Chill’s Spotlight – Ohh Oh
Ya hopefully hand over the Land Rover keys
Slowly and run like hosiery
I move eggs like ovaries
Closed lactose and sudairy
Who y’all suppose to be?
None of them close to me, my poetry poison til’ they posing me
And little kids poking me openly
Fuck police I slip through they fingers like rosaries
Off the hook with the .38 rotaries
Get it locally move anti-socially
Twice the rapper get it from both of me jokingly
So constant and nonchalant from BIC’s to Mont Blanc’s
Who’s conscience he’s not the one to confront
Worth my weight you impersonate niggas like
Miller Light spit it right in your life, terminate
I’m the worst case scenario
Bump heads for coins like Mario
Pop more rounds than Merry-Go(-rounds), from birth date to burial
In South Beach beeches going south with they mouth piece without speech
Oh now he’s official from the start
They miss you, holding vigils in the dark
Go head try and stop it, couldn’t block sun with Hawaiian Tropic
What’s in your pockets my profits
Foxes pick me up like chop sticks, this hotness
They wanna put me in boxes like chocolates…that’s nonsense
Nothin’ sweet about this but the hotel room Presidential like the wrist
I know, I’m sorry I never meant to end shit
Never rental get mine freeway like Van wyck
Peace to Francis and all my manz(iz)
Take trips to France(iz) where all my manz is
With fifths in handz(iz) rewind and chant this, niggas!
I got a bezel from embezzlin’ Good Heavens! And they said I lost it in 97′
About to start using Mexicans not cause they better than just cause I get Si Senor not I need more
With chicks from Singapore from bunk beds ?
To tour room Colonials and still testimonial
And so I keep it secret, in the kitchen in the cabinet in a jar where the grease is
L-U-P speaks it til’ its pieces, peanut butta like
Always being a quiet cat not the meanest motherfucker type
For a hundred grand plus, I’d be buffin’ brass Knucks
Best listen to your dawgs, get Son of Sam’d up, what!
Ahead of my time, failed history passed chemistry, quiet nines in Quinine
My energy always be weaponry to unload, while there’s people to holdup reputations to uphold
I’m Gung Ho with them white lines, not the kind that divides traffic
But the kind that reminds addicts, automatics to yo attic
Tecked out Porsche’ in the decked out Boxter WASup!
Fed’s is nice with the camera’s, challengers get beat black and lavender
Women put my name across they chest like janitors
Fans of the, hustler under the stairs his fiends on the banisters WHAT!!!