Lyrics Freq Freq - Kooley High , Clear Soul Forces

Ilijide]
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

Kooley High]
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

2: 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 carry 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

3: 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