Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freq Freq, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Gold PP7s, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Freq Freq |
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free |
You’re now rollin with them boys from the 313 |
The riley, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Ilijide, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Tab 1, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Ilajide, we freaking your frequency, frequently, tab 1 |
We on it, we got it, so come and get it, get with it |
We get inventive with them writtens till they picking up tickets |
You get your ticket to kick it |
We take that money and flip it |
It’s always sunny when I spit it |
Like I’m Rickety Cricket, you get it |
T baggin the beat like mac and dennis |
So click in that thumb stick on that PS’s when I be winning |
Intelligent gremlin, just pillager and battle more |
But Kooley so, come with a load and explode on that metronome |
Yeah raquet on they hands and face was in |
But a case from home alone |
When the mic is on, I chop the foam |
Get it crisp as a waffle clone |
Give me a papa jone and get on the microphone |
And give em a couple syllables, make em feel it all in they toes |
Beat my generals with the flow |
Y’all so minimal in the show |
Y’all should step your f’ing game up, 'fore you aim up with these bros, ah |
Go found and put it down like a fort embattered |
With snow me and tabi be letting go |
Like an enemy friend or foe |
Grippin tight on my thumb before hands are greasy |
You slippin slow off the roof of a 100 floor building nigga |
You yellin «oh sorry, we can’t hold on no more» |
Though we be barely inside the closed circle, we blessed at shades will hit |
your fo fo’s |
So wipe your feet up, pull the seat up |
Trigger speaker while we beat up |
These beats Ilajide put in the sense |
And just to eat up |
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free |
You’re now rollin with them boys from the 313 |
And Riley, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Charlie, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
L.A.Z, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Charlie, we freaking your frequency, frequently, L.A.Z |
Let the gas pedal hit the floor |
Accelerate the speed like the autobahn |
License plate, Ree Cee |
, rollin out with my brethren |
We 4 deep doors in the back seat cause work tiring |
I ain’t lazy, know exactly what I tryna be |
A 25 years old retiree |
Iry, iry, fire weed, inspires me, the lines of my diary |
I’m in need of some privacy, and a little piracy |
I sit back and stream shows, picture me floating |
And let me tell you how the dreams go |
I be Kyrie driving, soon as time expiring |
They admiring my 3 and then they scream ho |
Do it in my sleep, wake up and do it with a freak |
Frequently I’m frequencies, the speakers need |
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free |
You’re now rollin with them boys from the 313 |
And Riley, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Noveliss, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
E-Fav, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Noveliss, we freaking your frequency, frequently, E-Fav |
Over breaking beats and the salute |
Became the perfect canvas the camera snap of the top row |
Lyrics aerial moonsault, shooting stars when I press arm |
Bang it and hit record, you hoes will never catch us slippin |
Like trippin over your mic chord |
Rhythm fell in my arms and a nigga just hooped and thumble up |
Pushing right through my destination, dope and get my people straighten |
Return of the real, I promise to stay original |
Rappers become robotic and follow orders like sentinels |
The imperial lyrical divisuals |
I be Wolverine with adamantium slicing off all the digitals |
Hold the mic now |
Marvel comic philantropist, advantages holding twin cannons that cause damage |
with |
Wade Wilson |
Toss him in a dead pool, less cool |
Rescue the whole culture with a notebook |
The book of novelists, back crackin |
Plus I put a verse in a torture rack |
While I’m back packin' |
No slackin, don’t matter just how you stack it |
Push passion, slanging a rappin, a wolver coup or extended |
Them cowards looking to clap you up |
Ready and gifted baby, we considered upper crust |
Family first, a’int all about a college or a dollar |
This fragile balance reality, suffer alter my frequency |
Fine tuning to ink you up, ocean flow on a |
Scale with a couple loose screws |
Various lines from any given record causes hysteria |
Bout to be in your area |
It’s the hysteria starter, break em off proper |
The spoken word scholars who vocally lead the genre |
The cerebral spinal lava, fusing with my acoustics to verbally mental chakras |
Flame on, get your face torn, when the bob land slide |
Jumping land mines in the mud slide |
Bang, miscellaneous spittin, for them rappers |
Until they kidneys touch they appendix |
Or the sound of submission, illin |