Sick Jacken - High Frequency lyrics

[VERSE 1] 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 n***as 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) [Chorus] This is a dawn of a new age Mad mother f**ing mind control News stayed glued to the front page Rage vocals - sway God ? Wage war with officials f** all of ya A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list And I'm a sh** on the hit With a flick of the fist Conspiracy soldiers remain on call [VERSE 2] 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 why 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 into straight from the source And will pull out Files that you sent Good luck trying to pull out [Chorus] This is a dawn of a new age Mad mother f**ing mind control News stayed glued to the front page Rage vocals - sway God ? Wage war with officials f** all of ya A chip on the wrist is just a hit on the list And I'm a sh** on the hit With a flick of the fist Conspiracy soldiers remain on call [OUTRO] The simplest sh** ain't plain to see The simplest sh** ain't plain to see Man down - the enemy dies for free