Artist: Diabolic f/ Immortal Technique Album: Liar and a Thief Song: Frontlines Typed by: Firstlinerhyme@gmail.com [Diabolic] I two-step with Lucifer & ever since I started dancin I walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson Stopped this famine with my stomach growlin' Like someone shoutin' a hundred thousand times louder than thunder poundin' Fuck around and I'll punch your mouth in I'm king of the mountain with my life in this project like its public housing Countin' on the fact that I'll firebomb entire songs I won't stop till the world is inside my palm like Viacom Diabolic, I'll supply the higher wattage Fire fiber optic wire till you acquire some kind of knowledge Cause life made me grow wiser than old timers Hot headed like the Ghost Rider behind a slow driver Sole survivor, flowin' lavas like second nature So don't test it's best to save your breath like respirators I'll throw a punch at your ribs that gives your lungs asthma And hash'll pourin' out your guts faster than Dutch Masters Drunk bastard pass the point of no return Like Denzel trickin' Ethan Hawk in to smokin' sherm Judgment overturned, holdin' court like Mordecai Mortalize when I make statues bleed and portraits cry I'll go to war for mine, rebel army guard the border I'm in the trenches barkin' orders like I'm Sergeant Slaughter Pray to Jesus H. for mercy and plead your case Cause on the front lines you dead the second that you see my face [Immortal 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 [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 [Immortal Technique] They said that success of my music was theoretic But my revenge is sweet enough to murder diabetics Eugenics Procter & 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 the tar and featherin' A cancerous endocrine, the eagle-less American The hatchet and the sticks, the fascists emblem You can call it conspiracy theory, I don't give a mother fuck You could get your mother fucked National security's a code word for cover up Hold that down I look at character; never let the color get to ya I 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 fightin' for Sloboda So whether Slavic or Islamic vodka/gin tonic Drunken fantasies are cool son, but here's the grim logic You niggas want to play industry and start to be rich Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney's bitch My lions [lines] live inside a box like Jumanji Sikh niggas there to stab you up like Indira Gandhi So never desecrate the space in which I meditate My thoughts rip through tank armored metal plates And start to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate The place where the prophet Muhammad started to levitate The exact moment where Jesus rose dead awake And Siddhartha became the Buddha that regenerates Half a bar over but I bring it home colder than dead soldiers Soul controller holder of knowledge so fuck dianetics I'm like the whole library in Kemet with Annunaki genetics [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 [Immortal 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