Sick Jacken - High Frequency lyrics
[Sick Jacken - High Frequency lyrics]
Who needs a chip on a wrist
When you’re packing a cellie
With you all the time
The government already - in yo mind
Check the millennium design
Niggas got us all for pennies on a dime
You could say that I’m bugged out
Tripping on a rhyme
But every time you log in
Your privacy will decline
You could hide behind the sidelines
High rise and skylines
I told you - highlight - but lines
Have warned you the world wide web
Got you flies on the thread
And the camera on your Mac
Is like eyes to a fed
You remember when I said when it’s over
J Edgar Hoover nowdays look like
Hova - get it
Undercovers look just like us
They play the part like they your dog
But it’s all for the anti-bust
That’s why I’m always so anti-trust
We could have a drink
But don’t think you could get by us
(you hear me)
This is a dawn of a new age
Mad mother fucking mind control
News stayed glued to the front page
Rage vocals - sway God?
Wage war with officials fuck all of ya
A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list
And I’m a shit on the hit
With a flick of the fist
Conspiracy soldiers remain on call
Fingerprint - unlocking you E Y E phone
Keeps your girl out
But the government deep tho
Even if you hitting delete tho
They get enough info for the RICO
Probably finito conspiracy for crime
And they don’t need a dime
They know what you’re saying
And what you said it's on the line
Even if the GPS is not live
You cannot hide blunt white lies
Got ya’ll blind open up ya eyes like mine
Try snitching on lock
Get you caught up and the feds don’t mind
Pictures of dope - flicks of nines
Pigs will take note
Cause they’ve been following you
This whole time huh
Careful with the frequencies you put out
You know they’ve been always trying
To take the hood out
They gettin info straight from the source
And will pull out files that you sent
Good luck trying to pull out
This is a dawn of a new age
Mad mother fucking mind control
News stayed glued to the front page
Rage vocals - sway God?
Wage war with officials fuck all of ya
A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list
And I’m a shit on the hit
With a flick of the fist
Conspiracy soldiers remain on call
The simplest shit ain’t plain to see
The simplest shit ain’t plain to see
Man down - the enemy dies for free
When you’re packing a cellie
With you all the time
The government already - in yo mind
Check the millennium design
Niggas got us all for pennies on a dime
You could say that I’m bugged out
Tripping on a rhyme
But every time you log in
Your privacy will decline
You could hide behind the sidelines
High rise and skylines
I told you - highlight - but lines
Have warned you the world wide web
Got you flies on the thread
And the camera on your Mac
Is like eyes to a fed
You remember when I said when it’s over
J Edgar Hoover nowdays look like
Hova - get it
Undercovers look just like us
They play the part like they your dog
But it’s all for the anti-bust
That’s why I’m always so anti-trust
We could have a drink
But don’t think you could get by us
(you hear me)
This is a dawn of a new age
Mad mother fucking mind control
News stayed glued to the front page
Rage vocals - sway God?
Wage war with officials fuck all of ya
A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list
And I’m a shit on the hit
With a flick of the fist
Conspiracy soldiers remain on call
Fingerprint - unlocking you E Y E phone
Keeps your girl out
But the government deep tho
Even if you hitting delete tho
They get enough info for the RICO
Probably finito conspiracy for crime
And they don’t need a dime
They know what you’re saying
And what you said it's on the line
Even if the GPS is not live
You cannot hide blunt white lies
Got ya’ll blind open up ya eyes like mine
Try snitching on lock
Get you caught up and the feds don’t mind
Pictures of dope - flicks of nines
Pigs will take note
Cause they’ve been following you
This whole time huh
Careful with the frequencies you put out
You know they’ve been always trying
To take the hood out
They gettin info straight from the source
And will pull out files that you sent
Good luck trying to pull out
This is a dawn of a new age
Mad mother fucking mind control
News stayed glued to the front page
Rage vocals - sway God?
Wage war with officials fuck all of ya
A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list
And I’m a shit on the hit
With a flick of the fist
Conspiracy soldiers remain on call
The simplest shit ain’t plain to see
The simplest shit ain’t plain to see
Man down - the enemy dies for free