Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freq Freq (feat. Kooley High), artist - Clear Soul Forces.
Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Freq Freq (feat. Kooley High) |
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 |
A logic day, 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 |
We get it, run it, with them writtens |
Till they pick it up take it |
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 ricky the cricket, you get it |
T baggin the beat like mac and dinner |
So clik in that thumb steak on that ps’s when I be winning |
Intelligent gremlin, just pillager and battle more |
But kooley so, come with a load and explore on that metronome |
Yeah raquet on they hands and face was in |
But a case from home alone |
When the mike is on, I chop the foam |
Get it crisp like a woffle tone |
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, |
Just so minimal in the show |
Just to step up your effidima, put 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 on sorry, we can’t hold on no more |
Will be barely we blessed at charice shades will hit you for toes |
So wipe your feet up, pull the teeth up |
See the 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 |
Laz, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
Charlie, we freaking your frequency, frequently |
A logic day, we freaking your frequency, frequently, laz |
Let the gas pedal hit the floor |
Accelerate the speed like the autobahn, |
License plate, ree cee |
S afigan, rollin out with me brethren |
We 4 deep doors in the back seat cause work tiring |
I ain’t lazy, know exactly what I wanna be |
A 25 years old retiress |
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 carry driving, soon as time expiring |
They admiring my 3 and then they scream hoe |
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 break the beats and salute |
Became the purple 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 to my destination, dough to 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 em in the Dead Pool, less |
Rescue the whole culture with a notebook |
The book of novelist back crackin |
Plus I put a verse in this 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 get the baby, we consider upper crust |
Family first stand all about a college or a dollar |
This fragile balance reality, suffer alter my frequency |
Scale with a couple loose screws |
Various lines from any given records causes hysteria |
About to be in your area |
It’s the hysteria started, break em off proper |
These spoken words fusing with my accoustics |
To verbally mental chakras, |
Flame on, get your face torn, when the bob land slides |
Jumping land mines in the mud slime |
Bang, miscellaneous spittin, for them rappers |
Until they kidneys touch they appendix |
Or the sound of submission, illin. |