Medina Green

Medina Green - Fa-La-Lashe lyrics

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(feat. Mos Def) 



[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[?]
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