Текст песни 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
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