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Lyrics for Frenz Vs Endz by Lootpack:
| | | Artist: | Lootpack |
| | Album: | Soundpieces: Da Antidote | | Track: | Frenz Vs Endz | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 68 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Kazi
[Madlib]
Hey yo it's about sex lies money murder jewels
cars
Clothes hos 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 Gorbechev
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
[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
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
[Wild Child]
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"
I gots to 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 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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