Frenz vs. Endz

[Verse 1: Madlib]

Hey yo, it's about sex, lies, money, murder, jewels

Cars, clothes, hoes, hats, blunts, and gats

These are the things when you think of raps

Now a days, if you ain't Geein', then apparently you ain't seein'

Like a normal human being, mad lives waistin'

Too many niggas that's freebasin'

Modern day slavery run by racists

While you're actin' like you got a chip on your brain

You don't wanna see a nigga succeed without no pain

Off others' misery you probably gain

The games people play always pissing me off

Make me wanna start rushin' like my name was Gorbachev

[Chorus: Madlib]

I've got to go for self, now a days by myself

Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth

Brothers playin' the role like we friends to the end

But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz

[Verse 2: Kazi]

Yo, you're irritating, do you know what you're doing?

That's why my head don't really nod when you bust

Let's check your background, no outlook on future plans

That's why you won't last cuz your hip hop is jammed

Plugged up with wackness, how could you let this happen?

I thought you was the man, now I hold your rhymes for target practice

I can't role with the, I can't hang with the

Fake nigga, *bitch* nigga, ain't got their backs when it's time to throw down

Verbal wars, they never came around

Ya side of town, now show me how you get down

What's this, now ya speechless? Show me what's the reason

Lacking skills, ain't reaching nothing but deacons

[Chorus: Kazi]

As I go for self, now a days by myself

Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth

Niggas playin' the roles like we friends to the end

But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz

[Verse 3: Wildchild]

I'm Wild Child the rhyme constructor

Madlib's the beat maker

Funk fakers in the place, hey yo, this rhyme might make ya

Snap back, check ya crews one time pay out your fees

I step on the mic, eat MC's up like Mickey D's

Fake MC's, can't you please realize we rock the seas

Stepping on the microphones with 1, 2's, and 3's

The mellowist, moodiest brother rhyming with that rhythmic technique

Sort of unique, you'll hesitate to speak

When Jack rips the rhyme time for a little

Get together with my crew cuz I'm like yeah, we gonna spit the

Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top

Them spontaneous rhymes that make you wanna hop

Now say what you say but A.K.A. Jack be known

To rarely write them rhymes because I'm freestylin' prone

Tired of MC's who never pass the mic

And yo, we be like, "Time to kick that ass"

[Chorus: Whildchild]

I gots to go for self, now a days by myself

Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth

Brothers playin' the role like we friends in the end

But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz