Eddie Ill & D.L. - Fa-La-Lashe lyrics

Cash: It be the God Magnetic no time for mic checks You know the s-t when the Green's on the set This s** 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 sh** 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 sh** And the second one be laced with bullsh** 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 sh** 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(?) a** 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(?)