frontlines

• diabolic ve immortal technique şarkısı
  
  [diabolic]
  
  forget what you knew
  
  welcome to the muthafuckin battlefield
  
  [diabolic: verse 1]
  
  ı two-step with lucifer and ever since i started dancin’
  
  ı’ve walked a fine line between einstein and charles manson
  
  starvin' in this famine with my stomach growlin'
  
  like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder poundin'
  
  fuck around and ı’ll punch you’re mouth in
  
  ı’m king of the mountain with my life in this project like its public housing
  
  counting on the fact i fire bomb entire songs
  
  and won’t stop until the worlds inside my palm like viacom
  
  diabolic ı’ll supply the higher wattage via fibre optic wire
  
  until you acquire some kinda knowledge
  
  coz’ life made me grow wiser than old-timers
  
  hot-headed like the ghost rider behind a slow driver
  
  sole survivor flowin’ lava’s second nature
  
  so don’t test its best to save you’re breath like respirators
  
  ı’ll throw a punch at you’re ribs that gives you're lungs asthma
  
  and has you pouring out you’re guts faster than dutch masters
  
  drunk bastard past the point of no return
  
  like denzel trickin' ethan hawke into smokin’ sherm
  
  judgement overturned held in court like mordecai
  
  mortalize when i make statues bleed and portraits cry
  
  ı’ll go to war for mine rebel army guard the border
  
  ı’m in the trenches barkin’ orders like ı’m sergeant slaughter
  
  pray to jesus h for mercy and plead you’re case
  
  coz’ on the frontlines you’re dead the second that you see my face!
  
  [hook: ımmortal technique]
  
  this is the frontline this is the dead-zone barely alive or in a box is how you head home
  
  this is the frontline this is the life that i chose i thought i told you muthafuckas to lock and load
  
  [hook: diabolic]
  
  this is the frontline this is the dead-zone barely alive or in a box is how you head home
  
  this is the frontline this is the life that i chose i thought i told you muthafuckas to lock and load
  
  [ımmortal technique: verse 2]
  
  yeah
  
  they said that the success of my music was theoretic
  
  but my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics
  
  eugenics procter and gamble credit racial science
  
  couldn't produce a more aggressive intellectual giant
  
  nephilim bury em' with the bullets left in them
  
  my heart is blacker than the children of thomas jefferson
  
  blacker than back in the days of tar and featherin
  
  a cancerous endocrine the eagle-ass american
  
  the hatchet and the sticks the fascist emblem
  
  you could call it "conspiracy theory"
  
  ı don't give a muthafuck you could get your mother fucked
  
  national security's a code-word for cover-up
  
  hold that down ı look at character
  
  never let the color get to ya
  
  ı got white revolutionaries like muslims in chechnya
  
  percussion thumpin' like the russian mafia over ya
  
  but even they know what it's like when you fighting for "sloboda"
  
  so whether slavic or ıslamic vodka/gin tonic
  
  drunken fantasies are cool son but here's the grim logic
  
  you niggas wanna play industry and starve to be rich
  
  until they fuck you for millions like paul mccartney's bitch
  
  my lions live inside a box like jumanji
  
  sikh niggaz that'll stab you up like ındira gandhi
  
  so never desecrate the space on which ı meditate
  
  my thoughts rip through tank-armored metalplates
  
  and start to *resonate* to the spot where moses caused the sea to seperate
  
  the place that the prophet muhammad started to levitate
  
  the exact moment that jesus rose dead awake
  
  and siddhartha became the buddha that regenerates
  
  half a bar over but ı bring it home colder than dead soldiers
  
  soul controler holder of knowledge so fuck dianetics
  
  ı'm like the whole library in kemet with annunaki genetics!
  
  [hook: diabolic]
  
  this is the frontline this is the dead-zone barely alive or in a box is how you head home
  
  this is the frontline this is the life that i chose i thought i told you muthafuckas to lock and load
  
  [hook: ımmortal technique]
  
  this is the frontline this is the dead-zone barely alive or in a box is how you head home
  
  this is the frontline this is the life that i chose i thought i told you muthafuckas to lock and load!
  
  [outro: ımmortal technique]
  
  yeah muthafuckaz
  
  ımmortal technique / diabolic
  
  this is the frontline the people first; one time
  
  32... and a little somethin ahahaha
  
  33 degrees muthafucka go home and figure it out...