paroles de chanson High Frequency - Sick Jacken

Who needs a chip on a wrist?
When you're packing a cellie
With you all the time
The government already in your 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 my 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

This is a dawn of a new age
Mad motherfucking mind control
News stayed glued to the front page
Rage vocals, sway God, they raw
Wage war with officials
Fuck all of y'all
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
(Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

Fingerprint, unlocking you E-Y-E phone
Keeps your girl out
But the government deep though
Even if you hitting delete though
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 y'all 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

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 motherfucking mind control
News stayed glued to the front page
Rage vocals, sway God, they raw
Wage war with officials
Fuck all of y'all
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
(Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)

The simplest shit ain't plain to see
The simplest shit ain't plain to see
The simplest shit ain't plain to see
Man down, man down, the enemy dies for free