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  • 作曲 : Brown, Harper, Jackson ...
    Hey yo, it's about ***, 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 *****s 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 ***** 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 *****, ******* *****, 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
    *****s 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
  • 作曲 : Brown, Harper, Jackson ...
    Hey yo, it's about ***, 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 *****s 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 ***** 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 *****, ******* *****, 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
    *****s 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