Frontlines song by Diabolic from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Frontlines Meaning
| [[Intro: Diabolic] Forget what you knew Welcome to the muthafuckin’ battlefield (Battlefield) [Verse 1: Diabolic] I two-step with Lucifer, and ever since I started dancin’ I’ve walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson Starvin’ in 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 it’s public housin’ Countin’ on the fact I firebomb entire songs And won’t stop ’til the world’s 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, flowin’ lava’s 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 has you pourin’ out your guts faster than Dutch Masters Drunk bastard, past the point of no return Like Denzel trickin’ Ethan Hawke into smokin’ sherm Judgement overturned, holdin’ 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, barkin’ 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 , [Chorus: Immortal Technique, Both] 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 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 [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] 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 the 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 motherfuck 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 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 fuck 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 fuck Dianetics I’m like the whole library in Kemet with Annunaki genetics , [Chorus: Diabolic & 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 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: Immortal Technique] Yeah, motherfucker Immortal Technique, Diabolic This is the frontline The people first, one time Thirty-two and a little somethin’, ha ha ha 33-Degrees, motherfucka Go home and figure it out] |
