Fa-La-Lashe

Cash:

It be the God Magnetic

No time for mic checks

You know the s-t

When the Green's on the set

This suck this respect respect

Step up in the kitchen

Get fried like fritters

Green sound be the best thing

Since a babysitter

The fam formulate

Like Morgan-Stan-Dean-Witter

Yo Mos, stop playing

With me man, drop that

Sit back and take a pull

But take the tape off pause

We bout to take you to the green

So why don't you hop aboard

Thoughts collide make heads

Bob like something delicious

Don't even blink for a sec

Cause we'll catch you sleeping

Cash:

Stressed out, stopped hanging out

With them cats on the corner

Now they got me staked out

Checking out the cars I hop out

Lexus, the Cherokee

Fresh fades occupy the dome piece

The leather seat exceals

The coushion

In the rental I'm pushing

And like the club maybe

One day lock this rap shit down

But for now

I drink cheap beers, the St. Ides

A dollar fifty nine for free

I write rhymes

To leviate the hard times

And do what I'm best at

To hear my voice

On a track is like a treat

Even though

You're not supposed to

Late night

Eating me like a Kit-Kat

My sugar words

Put bumps on your face

While brothers' first album

Be the raw shit

And the second one

Be laced with bullshit

But watch me

This understanding see

Who like to snatch shows

And ice skate, it must be

The currency they ascertain

That makes them forget

About the times

When they were broke

And used to feel pain

The back of my Tims

Is run-down like criminals names

On computers in the precinct

Ain't no white man

On the street innocent

Though it's my duty

To teach civilization from Hatians

To Jamaicans

To cavemen down to children

To them brothers out there

On the corner scheming

We got the dap too

Where we living

We ain't leaving

DCQ:

What the D-D

The E-E the A-A the L

Last time in a battle yo

A lion got his eye swell

Isn't it the ultimate

To press play, spark a spliff

And get the John licked

I'm in love with LeShay

She on some other shit

She don't understand ghettos

Why the guns spit

The cause, the trials

The tribulations

The man, woman

Child builds a foundation

I be the hunter in the woods

With the patience

With plans

To get all chubby in the face

The Green, we stay laced

With knowledge, wisdom

Understanding

Food, clothing, and shelter

Keep a G above water

In this Babylon swelter

And if you

Ain't got you better get

Ain't no bread on the table

So how the hell you tired?

And if you

Ain't got you better get

And if you

Ain't hot you better get lit

And if you

Ain't got you better get

And if you

Ain't hot you better get lit

Mos Def:

Say what say what

I'm on a roll with it

Catch a vibe

And then go with it

Original

So the biters can't prohibit

The way I flow with it

Is too swift for the slow witted

Crisp from top to below with it

I go get it cause

It's here to be got

I'm Medina bring all Greens

So there ain't no stoppin'

No traffic, no static, flow matic

Get on the mic and just go at it

The pure pro at it

Your sip Mo status don't matter

You can still

Get your hopes shattered

You think it won't happen

Reality yields to no magic

Step outta zone

And get your bones cracken

I carry poems that can

Get into chubby's ass

Like Joe Jackson

And leave the bubble-headed

Fall flat and

Live or closed caption

These other cats

Are getting no action

Medina scream it to the top

Stop your balls acting