The Front

[Verse 1: Madlib & (Quasimoto)]

(Hey Madlib, what's the word for the day?)

I got to get all this stress off my chest

One of my closest niggas told me he had to get a vest

Some niggas might be rolling up to his rest

Talking about they going to rob him, put his manhood to the test

(Why brothers got to act so scandalous?)

(Mad at us) 'cos we ain't no janitors

Always looking at me smiling, popping off the lip

Asking how much I clock, talking about my grip

Talking about how they saw me in a magazine, "you're looking clean"

(What's up with hooking up my team?) - Man, I ain't got no label

[Hook]

When I ain't around, my name always up in your mouth

Your whole story is fishy like you went down South

Acting like you've been around me before I was paying dues

You'll never know what I've been through until you've been in these shoes (true)

[Bridge]

Everybody want to act like they know

Everybody want to act, fake, front

Triple egos

[Verse 2: Madlib]

Snakes all around my back, trying to see where I at

Suckers acting like they know me

Met them last night and now they're talking about that they my homies

Yo it, always get frustrating when a nigga starts hating

And then be out like Walter Payton

Only see them when they need something

But never ever see them when you need something

That's how it's been so I don't play the fool nigga

You should too, go back to school

Prepare to get used, like honeys on booze, fools

You choose whether you want to lose

[Hook]

But when I ain't around, my name always up in your mouth

Your whole story is fishy like you went down South

Acting like you've been around me before I was paying dues

You'll never know what I've been through until you've been in these shoes (true)

(Now I see) - Just another day, God bless