Freq Freq - Clear Soul Forces, 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

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