Deep Fried Frenz

Before we go any further, friends As you call 'em, they call you when they need something Trees for the bluntin', to G's for the frontin' I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone Send me a letter or better, we could see each other in real life Just so you could feel me like a steel knife At least so you could see the white of they eyes Bright with surprise, once they finish spitting lies Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggas, homies Close, or really don't know me Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies Some come around when they need some money Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies Fam be around whether you paid or bummy You could either ignore this advice or take it from me Be too nice and people take you for a dummy So nowadays, he ain't so friendly Actually, they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy Read the signs, "No feeding the baboons" Seein' as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds Y'all know the dance, they smile in ya face, y'all know the glance Try to put 'em on, they blow the chance Never let your so-called mans know your plans (How many of us have them?) A show of hands (Friends) is a term some people use loosely I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crew see You telling me I try to act broke Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk Fellas be under some type of spell like crack smoke Ghetto Cinderellas lead 'em right to your stack, loc Just another way a chick'll lead to your end I checked the dictionary for the meaning of friend It said, "Person one likes to socialize with Sympathizer, helper", and that's about the size of it Most of the time, these attributes is one-sided To bolster the crime, they're apt to shoot you through your eyelid And they can't hide it, going wild like a white bitch Sometimes ya need to cut niggas off like a light switch (Flick!) And when things get quiet Catch 'em like a thief in the night, what a riot I first met Mr. Fantastik at a arms deal Don't let it get drastic, think of how your moms'll feel When it get for real, steel get to sparkin' Everything darken, it ain't no talkin' For somethin' so cheap, it sure buys a lot of trouble Ya better off focusing than tryin' to plot to bubble Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is (One's we can depend on, friends) Some come in the form of co-dependents A lot of times, only end up being co-defendants Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence And leave you up under the jail, begging for repentance It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty? Honor amongst crooks, trust among royalty I'd rather go out in a blaze than give 'em the glory (How many of us have-) a similar story? (Friends) before lovers, we used to have some type of over-standing Just so when I let her get the man thing She know it's no strings, we could do the damn thing But ho, it's no rings, just how the tramp swings Will she see him again? That depends on "How good was the skins?" and "Could she memorize the lessons?" It ain't no need to pretend Even though she let him stab it, she know they're just friends Friends How many of us have them? Friends Ones we can depend on? Friends How many of us have them? Friends Before we go any further Fellas! Don't be silly! I know who my friends are! And the next nice neighborhood I move into, you guys'll get crack' (Negro humor always escaped me) The most powerful, the most mysterious monarch in all the world Guided by a fighting force that never sleeps That never relaxes its vigilance For none is as feared, none has as many foes As DOOM, the awesome armorclad lord of I know who Doom is (then tell us) He happens to be the most dangerous man in the world I'd hope we'd never hear from him I'd hope we'd never have to battle him But now the worst has happened, and I must tell you what we're up against I first met DOOM years ago When he wanted to be alone, alone to pursue his forbidden experiments One day while conducting a secret experiment Later, when he recovered from his injuries Instead of having learned his lesson, DOOM was bitter, angry, vengeful (What have I done to myself? My face, it is hideous) He traveled the world, seeking a cure for his disfigured face (I'm sorry sir, there is nothing we can do for you) He traveled through remote villages, where strangers are seldom seen He continued his search, never showing his face Unless threatened by bandits who prey on travelers Who foolishly wander alone through their domain