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 yo 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 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

(you hear me)

This is a dawn of a new age

Mad mother fucking mind control

News stayed glued to the front page

Rage vocals — sway God?

Wage war with officials

Fuck all of ya

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

Fingerprint — unlocking you E Y E phone

Keeps your girl out

But the government deep tho

Even if you hitting delete tho

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 its on the line

Even if the GPS is not live

You cannot hide blunt white lies

Got ya’ll 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

Huh

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 mother fucking mind control

News stayed glued to the front page

Rage vocals — sway God?

Wage war with officials

Fuck all of ya

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

The simplest shit ain’t plain to see

The simplest shit ain’t plain to see

Man down — the enemy dies for free