(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[?]