[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