Frenz Vs Endz Songtext
von Lootpack

Open your mind up
Closed mind
Open your mind up
Closed mind is a lost mind
Open your mind up
Lost mind is a closed mind

Ayo, it′s about sex, lies, money, murder, jewelry, cars, clothes, hoes
Hats, blunts and gats
These are the things when you think of rap
Nowadays, if you ain't G′in'
Then apparently you ain't seein′ like a normal human bein′
Mad lives wasted, too many niggas that's free basin′
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 pissin' me off
Make me wanna start rushin' like my name was Gorbachev


I gotta go for self, nowadays by myself
′Cause 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 friends versus ends

Yo, you′re irritating, do you know what you're doin′?
That's why my head don′t really nod when you bust
Let's check your background, no outlook or future plans
That's why you won′t last ′cause your hip hop is jammed
Plugged up with wackness, how could you let this happen?
I thought you was the man, now hold your rhymes for target practice
I can't roll with the, I can′t hang with the

Fake nigga, shit nigga, ain't got their
Backs when it′s time to throw down
Verbal wars, they never came around your side of town
Now show me how you get down, what's this?
Now you′re speechless, show me what's the reason
Lackin' skills and reachin′ nothin′ but deacons

As I go for self, nowadays by myself
'Cause 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 friends versus ends


I′m Wildchild the rhyme constructor, Madlib's the beat maker
Funk fakers in the place, hey yo
This rhyme might make y′all snap back
Check your crews one time, pay all your fees
I step on the mic, eat MCs up like Mickey D's
Fake MCs can't you please realize we rock the seas
Steppin′ on microphones with one, twos and threes

The mellowest, moodiest brother rhymin′ with that rhythmic technique
Sort of unique, y'all hesitate to speak
When Jack Ritter, rhyme time for a little getta-
Gather with my crew ′cause I'm like yeah, we gon′ spit the

Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top
Them spontaneous rhymes that make you wanna hop
To really write them rhymes 'cause I′m freestylin' prone

Tired of MCs who never pass the mic
And yo, we be like, "Time to kick that ass"

I gots to go for self, nowadays by myself
'Cause it′s bad for my health to collect mad wealth
Brothers playin′ the role like we friends in the end
But in the end equals friends versus ends

Money, money, money, money, money
It's only for the money