Lyrics Dominant Frequency - Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill, Heavy Metal Kings

Dominant Frequency

We incorporate the Dominant Frequency
That’s a frequency that human beings respond to, it’s an ancient frequency
that’s -- always been around and everything breaks down into vibrations -- and
by controlling that you can control both matter and thought.
And we’ve
investigated this, and we’ve spent a lot of time in our music, incorporating
the dominant frequency and our control of the masses.
The masses are only to be
controlled, it’s either the control that they’re under now or the one that we
bring
Listen man I stay in the tuck
But I will slap you with my hand like I was sayin' «What up?»
So let’s talk turkey homie, is you payin' or what?
That’s my son, he a King and I’m namin' him Tut
This .50 Cal will divide you in two
You die for your hood, your hood not dyin' for you
What I see is prophecy, it’s horrifyin' to you
It’s game over, flamethrower, I ain’t ridin' with you
He a dead man walkin' and he look to get buried
This a rock-n-roll swindle, this is boogies and berry (?)
I was chillin' now I’m gettin' the urge
With the shotty, run up in his fuckin' crib like The Purge
It’s rats out here and they talkin' like «FREE OPPO»
The rats get bodied, I’m poppin' like Lee Malvo
Capo de la droga, it’s sold like it’s Moriaki
The nighthawk cold and it fold 'em like Origami
Kill 'em all, let HaShem sort 'em out
Uncle Howie taught me how to coke, brought him out
On the block watch all the fiends bought him out
Grand wavy like Crazy Eddie, fiends sought him out
She sniffed the whole white lion, hit the venae cavae
I been a hustler since a evil toddler
I told people I’d never change, I’m tryin' to lead and prosper
Glenwood projects, Super-Coven got the Vito Bratta
Got that Selena in bottles, cause I’m hostile like Mickey Knox
Got the Lord-est (?) supporters it’s the Rabbi with the killer locks
Cult Synagogue, my winter goggles like Beat Street
Thirteen dots after the lunar cycle the heat speaks
Dapper Dan Captains, dippin' blunts in absinthe
Killers from Ozone Park, classmatics and aromatics
Hit your crib for a sheet of acid, I call it vacation
Get your workout with the whip, shift the coke with the paste in?
Keep twenty bitches in Days Inn, half a margin it stays in (?)
G Rap said always trap a bitch (??) stay (??)
Goons on mopeds, hit your medulla in PRO-Keds
Too satanic like Lisa Left-Eye, kill a Lopes
Kill 'em all, let HaShem sort 'em out
Uncle Howie taught me how to coke, brought him out
On the block watch all the fiends bought him out
Grand wavy like Crazy Eddie, fiends sought him out
Spread and made my seed explode across the globe
My children could become the rulers of the world
Pay attention to the symbolism in the system
Cause every man, woman and child should have a bar-code to catalog their
existence
Fine, I guess if you a law-abiding citizen
But what if you disagree with the law and the system?
Well that makes you a outlaw, here’s your prison
You’re guilty 'til you prove innocent, listen
I trade an eight-ball of pain for a napalm grenade
The world’s a horny pussy gettin' cocked the fuck down with AIDS
You ever seen a bitch with ass blood, herpes on her face to make you run like
Capadonna said on The Pillage tape
We came from Rags to Riches, dusty visions of apparitions
Chanted with acid bitches but acid is mad delicious (??)
Soldiers hit the (?) Eazy E, pool party pussy, everything we clown Gucci,
put in in your mouth hoochie
Kill 'em all, let HaShem sort 'em out
Uncle Howie taught me how to coke, brought him out
On the block watch all the fiends bought him out
Grand wavy like Crazy Eddie, fiends sought him out