Medina Green

Medina Green - Fa-La-Lashe lyrics

rate me

(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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