Frontlines - Diabolic/Immortal Technique

I two-step with Lucifer and ever since I started dancin'

I've walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson

Starving in this famine with my stomach growling

Like someone shouting a hundred thousand

Times louder than thunder pounding

F**k around and I'll punch you're mouth in

I'm king of the mountain with my life in this project like it's public housing

Countin' on the fact I firebomb entire songs

And won't stop until the worlds inside my palm like Viacom

Diabolic I'll supply the higher wattage via fiber optic wire

Until you acquire some kinda knowledge

Cause life made me grow wiser than old-timers

Hot-headed like the ghost rider behind a slow driver

Sole survivor flowing lava's second nature

So don't test its best to save your breath like respirators

I'll throw a punch at your ribs that gives your lungs asthma

And has you pouring out your guts faster than Dutch Masters

Drunk bastard past the point of no return

Like Denzel tricking Ethan Hawke into smoking sherm

Judgement overturned held in court like Mordecai

Immortalized 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 barking orders like I'm Sergeant Slaughter

Pray to Jesus H for mercy and plead your case

Cause on the frontlines you're dead the second that you see my face

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 muthaf**kas to lock and load

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 muthaf**kas to lock and loAnnotatead

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 that's American

The hatchet and the sticks the fascist emblem

You could call it conspiracy theory

I don't give a motherf**k

You could get your mother f**ked

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 thumping like the Russian Mafia over ya

But even they know what it's like when you fighting for Svoboda

So whether Slavic or Islamic 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 f**k you for millions like Paul McCartney's bitch

My lions live inside a box like Jumanji

Sikh niggas that'll stab you up like Indira Gandhi

So never desecrate the space on which I meditate

My thoughts rip through tank-armored metalplates

And start to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate

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 I bring it home colder than dead soldiers

Soul controller holder of knowledge so f**k Dianetics

I'm like the whole library in Kemet with Annunaki genetics

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 muthaf**kas to lock and loAnnotatead

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 muthaf**kas to lock and loAnnotatead

This is the Frontline the people first; one time

Thirty-two and a little somethin' ah ha ha

33-Degrees motherf**ka go home and figure it oAnnotateut