Lyrics Freq Freq (feat. Kooley High) - Clear Soul Forces, Kooley High

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.