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