Raw Frequency
“Yeah… turn it up… uh… uh…” — scratch — “raw… raw… frequency…” — rewind — Southside static in the speaker box, feel that… Bassline knock like a trunk full of felonies, Waveform rebel, broadcasting my energy, Analog grit, got the streets in my melody, Tape deck hiss, every bar got a memory. Chrome mic shine, I’m divine in the signal, Underground king, no crown but it’s official, Graffiti scripts in the air when I spit flows, Every syllable hit like a fist through a window. From the corner where the sound get distorted, Hustle in the static, every hustle recorded, Life in mono but my vision panoramic, Turn pain into rhythm, now the struggle cinematic. — scratch — “bring it back… bring it back…” — cut — “raw frequency…” Raw frequency, let it ride through your soul, Turn it up loud, let the bass take control, From the gutter to the stage, we explode, Live and direct, yeah we breaking the mold. Raw frequency, hear the streets when it play, Chopped and it’s screwed, slow it down, let it sway, Every block, every hood, every way, We transmitting that truth, no delay. ) Sloooow it down… let it drip like syrup, Candy-coated dreams but the nightmare near us, Voice stretched out like time don’t move, Every word weigh heavy when you got something to prove. Screw tape spinning, got the city in a daze, Purple nights, streetlights stuck in a haze, Heartbeat knocking like a kick in the mix, Every bar chopped up like a kilo in bricks. I bend time with the rhyme, let it lag then snap, Bring it back double-time, now I’m back on attack, From the slab to the stage, we evolve that sound, Keep it raw, keep it rugged, keep it low to the ground. — scratch — “uh… 1990… something…” — cut — “feel the vibration…” Raw frequency, let it ride through your soul, Turn it up loud, let the bass take control, From the gutter to the stage, we explode, Live and direct, yeah we breaking the mold. Raw frequency, hear the streets when it play, Chopped and it’s screwed, slow it down, let it sway, Every block, every hood, every way, We transmitting that truth, no delay. (Outro) Static fade but the message stay clear, Through the noise, through the doubt, we still here, From the underground waves to your ear, Raw frequency… forever in the air. — scratch — “raw… frequency…” — fade —
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“Yeah… turn it up… uh… uh…” — scratch — “raw… raw… frequency…” — rewind — Southside static in the speaker box, feel that… Bassline knock like a trunk full of felonies, Waveform rebel, broadcasting my energy, Analog grit, got the streets in my melody, Tape deck hiss, every bar got a memory. Chrome mic shine, I’m divine in the signal, Underground king, no crown but it’s official, Graffiti scripts in the air when I spit flows, Every syllable hit like a fist through a window. From the corner where the sound get distorted, Hustle in the static, every hustle recorded, Life in mono but my vision panoramic, Turn pain into rhythm, now the struggle cinematic. — scratch — “bring it back… bring it back…” — cut — “raw frequency…” Raw frequency, let it ride through your soul, Turn it up loud, let the bass take control, From the gutter to the stage, we explode, Live and direct, yeah we breaking the mold. Raw frequency, hear the streets when it play, Chopped and it’s screwed, slow it down, let it sway, Every block, every hood, every way, We transmitting that truth, no delay. ) Sloooow it down… let it drip like syrup, Candy-coated dreams but the nightmare near us, Voice stretched out like time don’t move, Every word weigh heavy when you got something to prove. Screw tape spinning, got the city in a daze, Purple nights, streetlights stuck in a haze, Heartbeat knocking like a kick in the mix, Every bar chopped up like a kilo in bricks. I bend time with the rhyme, let it lag then snap, Bring it back double-time, now I’m back on attack, From the slab to the stage, we evolve that sound, Keep it raw, keep it rugged, keep it low to the ground. — scratch — “uh… 1990… something…” — cut — “feel the vibration…” Raw frequency, let it ride through your soul, Turn it up loud, let the bass take control, From the gutter to the stage, we explode, Live and direct, yeah we breaking the mold. Raw frequency, hear the streets when it play, Chopped and it’s screwed, slow it down, let it sway, Every block, every hood, every way, We transmitting that truth, no delay. (Outro) Static fade but the message stay clear, Through the noise, through the doubt, we still here, From the underground waves to your ear, Raw frequency… forever in the air. — scratch — “raw… frequency…” — fade —
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