[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
