Frenz Vs. Endz
Lootpack feat. Kazi Lyrics


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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 want to see a nigga succeed without no pain
Off others' misery you probably gain
The games people play always pissing me off
Make me want to start rushin' like my name was Gorbechev

I've got to go for self, now a days 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 frenz vs. endz

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 'cause 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
'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 frenz vs. endz

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 mellowest, 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 'cause I'm like yeah, we gonna spit the
Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top
Them spontaneous rhymes that make you want to 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
'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 it equals frenz vs. endz

Overall Meaning

The opening lyrics of Frenz Vs. Endz by Lootpack feat. Kazi start on a critical note about modern-day rap culture. It talks about how sex, lies, money, murder, jewels, cars, clothes, hos, hats, blunts, and gats have become symbolic of rap music. The next few lines question the necessity of the rapper's portrayal of being "Geein'" and how it is becoming an identity crisis where individuals feel they need to be the same to fit in. Moreover, the references to freebasing and the contemporary music industry's slavery run by racists reflect the song's social commentary. The artist talks about the painful ways in which people try to succeed, often by hurting others, for there seem to be no other means.


The song then talks about how 'frenz' vs. 'endz' is a stark reality where brothers pretend to be friends but are only in it until the shared wealth lasts. The artist mentions how some individuals' lack of talent and skills causes others to hold their rhymes for target practice, while some fake people have no back when it is time to show who they are truly. After talking about this, Wild Child the rhyme constructor is introduced, who explains how some rappers fail to impress others, and that rhyme and beat are essential components of music. He mentions the mellowest, moodiest brother rhyming with his rhythmic technique to produce a unique style that will compel listeners. He even talks about how he rarely writes rhymes as he is freestyling prone.


Overall, the song is a critique on today's contemporary rap culture, questioning the importance of materialistic values over moral and ethical ones. It also highlights the importance of friendship, authenticity, and truth above all.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey yo it's about sex lies money murder jewels cars
The common themes in rap music are sex, lies, money, murder, jewels, and cars.


Clothes hos hats blunts and gats
Other common themes in rap music are fashion, women, drugs, and guns.


These are the things when you think of raps
These are the things people typically associate with rap music.


Now a days if you ain't Geein' then apparently you ain't seein'
If you're not involved in the gangster lifestyle, you're not really living according to some people's view of the world.


Like a normal human being mad lives waistin'
People are wasting their lives living recklessly.


Too many niggas that's freebasin'
There are too many people addicted to drugs and ruining their lives.


Modern day slavery run by racists
The systemic oppression of certain groups of people is akin to modern day slavery and is often perpetuated by those who hold racist beliefs.


While you're actin' like you got a chip on your brain
You're being stubborn and refusing to see things from a different perspective.


You don't want to see a nigga succeed without no pain
You may be jealous of someone else's success and don't want to acknowledge that they worked hard to achieve it.


Off others' misery you probably gain
You may be benefiting from other people's misfortunes or by taking advantage of them in some way.


The games people play always pissing me off
I'm frustrated with the way people manipulate and deceive each other for their own benefit.


Make me want to start rushin' like my name was Gorbechev
I'm so angry that I feel like I could start a fight, just like the former Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev.


I've got to go for self, now a days by myself
I have to take care of myself because I can't rely on anyone else to do it.


'Cause it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth
Focusing solely on material wealth is detrimental to my well-being.


Brothers playin' the role like we friends to the end
People pretend to be friends, but in reality they're just in it for themselves.


But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz
Ultimately, these fake friendships turn into bitter rivalries.


Yo, you're irritating, do you know what you're doing?
You're annoying me and I don't think you even realize it.


That's why my head don't really nod when you bust
I'm not even feeling your music because I'm so annoyed.


Let's check your background, no outlook on future plans
You don't seem to have any ambitions or goals for the future.


That's why you won't last 'cause your hip hop is jammed
Your music won't stand the test of time because it lacks substance and skill.


Plugged up with wackness, how could you let this happen?
Your music is filled with garbage lyrics and terrible production, and you should be ashamed of yourself for putting it out there.


I thought you was the man, now I hold your rhymes for target practice
I used to think you were talented, but now your music is so bad that I'm making fun of it for sport.


I can't role with the, I can't hang with the
I don't want to associate with people who are fake or disloyal.


Fake nigga, bitch nigga, ain't got their backs when it's time to throw down
These people are cowards who won't have your back when things get rough.


Verbal wars, they never came around
These people talk a big game but never follow through with their promises.


Ya side of town, now show me how you get down
I'm challenging these people to prove that they're really about what they claim to be about.


What's this, now ya speechless? Show me what's the reason
You're not responding to my challenge because you know you can't back up your tough talk.


Lacking skills, ain't reaching nothing but deacons
These people don't have the talent or ability to make anything of themselves, so they're stuck in low-level positions.


I'm Wild Child the rhyme constructor, Madlib's the beat maker
I'm a skilled rapper, and Madlib is an excellent producer.


Funk fakers in the place, hey yo, this rhyme might make ya
I'm calling out all the fake rappers out there and suggesting that my rhymes might enlighten them to what real hip-hop is about.


Snap back, check ya crews one time pay out your fees
Listen up, because I'm about to school you on what it takes to be a real MC.


I step on the mic, eat MC's up like Mickey D's
When I rap, I destroy the competition as easily as a person eats a fast food meal.


Fake MC's, can't you please realize we rock the seas
I'm imploring these fake rappers to acknowledge that we are the true leaders of the rap world.


Stepping on the microphones with 1, 2's, and 3's
We're using turntables and other equipment to create our music and show off our skills.


The mellowest, moodiest brother rhyming with that rhythmic technique
I have a smooth, subdued style of rapping that stands out thanks to my excellent rhythm.


Sort of unique, you'll hesitate to speak
My style is unusual and might make you pause before responding.


When Jack rips the rhyme time for a little
When I start rapping, it's time to sit back and enjoy the show.


Get together with my crew 'cause I'm like yeah, we gonna spit the
I'm excited to rap with my friends and put on a great show for our fans.


Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top
I'm going to improvise my rhymes, making them up as I go along.


Them spontaneous rhymes that make you want to hop
My freestyle rhymes are so fun and lively that they'll make you want to dance.


Now say what you say but A.K.A. Jack be known
My name is Jack, and I'm known for being a talented rapper.


To rarely write them rhymes because I'm freestylin' prone
I don't often write down my rhymes because I prefer to freestyle them.


Tired of MC's who never pass the mic
I'm sick of rappers who hog the spotlight and never share it with other MCs.


And yo, we be like, "Time to kick that ass"
We're ready to take on anyone who dares to challenge us in a rap battle.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jack Brown, Otis Jackson, Romeo Jimenez

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STRENGTH SKATEBOARDS,LLC

damn ...that beginning beat.....

SxuthFlxrida’96

Hey gorgeous