Frequency Lyrics

This is just a test of the frequency

You can be a hood without delinquency

Cause I be the rhyme and the rhyme be me

Whatever I be the rhyme be.



V1

I break the average nigga down, just like decomposition

On a mission to chart the art of rhyming way beyond

traditions

Equally, you’ll find my vision’s gone beyond the 20/20

Had enough of these niggas showin’ me just who be on

the money

I catch phrases out of the blue like touchdown throws

to wide recievers,

So, “Hail Mary”, But you couldn’t “Run with me” if you

were Gail Deavers

I got that monotone lyric for your receivers

Don’t don’t deceive us, cause we don’t believe in non-

believers

My style is more golden than that of a child who owns

retrievers

I shine like I’m David Helfgott, Searching for wealth,

not solely

But baby, “Do Ya Rilly Kno What’s going on?”

I be that tech president that you Elec(t) like TRON

I base data on databases, so it’s too complicated to

trace this

And with no flava you gotta face it, You’re tasteless

The way that I embrace this is like huggin’ a cripple

Invisible individuals get scratched like they’re

pickles

I physically tickle your mind, like water that trickles

over your nipples

I drip, cause lyrically I keep it kinky

Hookers wanna drink me, but they can’t handle my tricks

Cause I’ve been known for putting chip-clips on my

bitches’ tits

It hits the year 2K, and it’s a whole different story

Don’t need will smith to talk about Miami for me

Cause If I got a positive vibe, and a quote from a

negative source

Saying my Rap Sheet was Right On!, like what I’d do to

the bus on my tours

For sure I’m not a tourist, I’m a purist

Came into the land of rhyme, sanded the hourglass and I

cuffed the hands of time

To arrest your interest and express with mine

Niggas can check me out with ten items or less, while

you regress and stand in line

They play the way like pantomimes, I only touch ‘em

with mitts

I tell ‘em, “Shut the fuck up!”, and yo, they can’t say

shit

I’m giving verbal face-lifts to those with traces of

painted faces

So, I’ma tell you what the case is.



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V2

So, when it comes to the written rhyme, the ink effects

are diabolical

Off the top of the dome like George Jefferson’s hair

follicles

!?What?!, You put the ass in astronomical

Any attempt by you to even make a def jam could pass

for comical

More psychological than movie thrillers, boxing niggas

like Helena in Manila

Extract ‘em like vanilla

For real, I never had a dope name to profess

But relied on my skill when it came to the test

I’m blessed in the trade of my native expression

If late is my time, then my rhyme be inte-resting

I question the power of a star

Cause kids be singing “love live the king”, like my

name was Uncle Scar

So, “Can you feel the buzz tonight?”

I never mean it in a blunt way, cause some say that

they’re the flyest when the drums play

They’re bound to go down just like morale on hump day

Cause once they front, an omen will hunt they’re ass

down in my name

Cause I box out them niggas that’s surrounding my game

In any way shape or form

I did circles on those who weren’t breaking the norm

And I’m the first to try angles that you ain’t figured

before

You’ve forged on more lines than my written signature

And my shit’ll be hitting for sure upon the canvas

I planned this tonight so you might understand this.



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