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The Frequency

The Frequency was an independent rock band from Los Angeles, CA. Marc Cazorla and Alex Stiff, later of The Record Company, were the core songwriting and recording duo behind the music. They used an array of analog and vintage instruments to create sounds described by NME as "stripped back music strengthened by simplicity as much as beauty". Q Magazine gave the release "Morning to 3 A.M." 3 out of 4 stars and hailed the band as "able to form perfectly crafted Air-like synth-pop while also stretching their wings on the 17 minute ever-shifting psych rock track 'Ego Is the Drug/3 A.M.' In 2010, The Frequency signed a worldwide publishing deal with Chrysalis Music Archived 2004-06-04 at archive.today in the UK. The song "Jim Gordon Part II" played all over … more »

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Lemme hit a hot tip you didn't hear from me
It's the s a l v from the frequency
Goin d double e p cover come creep wit me
I'm the late night lover that the freaksll see
Cmon
It's my sentences they lettin gettem loose
And i meant it when i said that im king of the caboose
Sting like a 45 float like a deuce deuce
Chase a half a bottle of the vodka wit da fruit juice
Yo
Which one of you motherfuckers took the lighter
Cant talk the way i talk without eleven ghost writers
Got the red flag bitches you can call me bullfighter
Cummin half an hour late cos i got lost in the vagina
I heard it through the grapevine
That you been tryna take mine
This city gold plated everybody tryna fake mine
I kill and like to take time
A murder call the dateline
Tell em to let the cross on the casket chrome paint shine

Fuckin it up
Got 2 brothas hol up
Got sum
Drank in my cup
Like we don't give a f*ck
Make ya baddie go suc suc
When I pull up to the scene
Make yo gramma scream cuz my bars obscene
Yeah envy me
Bury me
You know that you're my enemy
By any means
I grip bag o' bud like the legs on a centipede
We be stackin bricks, all you mothafuckas chicken feed
Talk all you want, but my shit is genuine
You're fuckin angry cause i'm all the shit you've never been
Doing this for fun, stop taking it so serious
Flow fucking ill i'm still inside your head, delirious


Word of mouth
Creepin up in yo house
Bout to, hit the smooth shit
To make the whole room bounce
Word of mouth
Keep your ears to the streets
We the 1 2 3 to kill a boom bap beat

Word of mouth
Creepin up in yo house
Bout to, hit the smooth shit
To make the whole room bounce
Word of mouth
Keep your ears to the streets
We the 1 2 3 to kill a boom bap beat
Word of mouth
Creepin up in yo house
Bout to, hit the smooth shit
To make the whole room bounce
Word of mouth
Keep your ears to the streets
We the 1 2 3 to kill a boom bap beat
Word of mouth
Creepin up in yo house
Bout to, hit the smooth shit
To make the whole room bounce
Word of mouth
Keep your ears to the streets
We the 1 2 3 to kill a boom bap beat

This mother fucker over here, don't care
For you square suckers taking shit, cause you unaware
I've been playing games act a fool, call it solitaire
Dem cards were stacked against me
But moved up no wear and tear
Certified hustler call me mista propeller
Got the mind and the muscle
Take your shit, no never
Said you best take notes
I'm a real go getter
Got you hungry for this heat
You  ain't, seen no better
Hot take, the frequency is sound
Tryna make the money
We don't sweat the word of mouth
We've been on it active every week
Top of the climb
Our technique be antique
We don't pay no mind
To you, rowdy motherfuckers
Ain't wasting no time
On your goofy ass beats, and your wack ass rhymes
If you hop into my cypher
Then you, best spit right
Cause we, kick it, with the slang
Smack your ass goodnight

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