A's, J's & L's

[Intro] Yeah yeah yeah Yo Lisa, Anna, Jasmine Mad Annas, mad Lissettes [Verse 1] I love A's, J's and L's I do alright with M's Though lots of times we'll wind up friends Done away with all the false pretense Why would I pretend? I stand out like a sore thumb on Hip-Hop DX Well not really like a sore thumb Since I'm having more fun Plus I'm getting more done I'm at the crossroads like an origami or the gun Instead I'll blaze a trail like ballers out in Portland, Oregon That was me just warming up These days I rock a beard like Lincoln You just might've seen me drinking out the Stanley Cup My favorite jam from Shai was 'If I Ever Fall In Love' My favorite jam from M.O.P. was '4 Alarm' not 'Ante Up' Some people ask me why they call me homie The reason is that while you listening you get to know me Pick a note that you can ride on over when you lonely Way I came up, though was ugly I's so hungry I could eat a Shetland Pony Finished flying off the handle now I handle biz People see me in the street and holla what it is It's what exists You heard that it was someone that was running lips You knew it wasn't me or no-one I was running with I'm at the table though like let it ride and let her rip And mind my biz, my mind is busy as 125th Make sure it's broken before I choose to fix Seen lots of folks that work for Satan rock a crucifix I'm where the future lives Not the future of making music As you can see I keep it moving like a fugitive Sosa ain't put any fillers in the mix Just me and the regulars The guerillas in the mist I'm the Comissh- I know it must be dark behind your lids And harmful far as hardening the heart behind your ribs Yo I'd be glad to grant your wish And set aside the dropping fries and flipping burgers On the way to burn a witch For making something of a beauty that'll last Still be biting that's forbidden so is living in the past In the building in fulfillment of the Farmer's almanac 'Bout to link wit Dwight or Desmond out on Farmers or the ave Yo where you at P's and Q's and these things too shall come to pass When I came out with the lightning bolts they thought i was a flash But in the pan Like "sun'll never stick" but they forgot the pam Signed, the shit that gets the fanmail, slash, the shit that hit the fan