Frontlines
Diabolic feat Immortal Technique Lyrics

Forget what you knew, Welcome to the muthafuckin' battlefield,
Get ready for a war, because this is the battlefield and you need to forget everything you knew before stepping in.

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 shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder poundin',
I dance with the devil and balance between genius and madness. Despite my hunger, my voice is powerful and resonates like thunder.

Fuck around and I'll punch you're mouth in, I'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,
If you mess with me, I'll punch you in the mouth. I'm the king of this project where I live like it's public housing. I'll bomb entire songs and won't stop until I control the world like Viacom.

Diabolic, I'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,
I provide high-powered knowledge through the fiber optic wires. I grew wiser due to life experience, like an old-timer. I have a hot temper like Ghost Rider riding behind slow drivers.

Sole survivor, flowin' lava's second nature, So don't test, its best to save you're breath like respirators, I'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,
Surviving alone is my second nature, and my rapping is like flowing lava. Don't test me, it's better to save your breath like using respirators. I'll hit you so hard that it will take your breath away, and you'll start coughing harder than someone smoking Dutch Masters cigars.

Drunk bastard, past the point of no return, Like Denzel trickin' Ethan Hawke into smokin' sherm, Judgment overturned, held in court like mordecai, Mortalize when I make statues bleed and portraits cry,
I'm a drunk rebel who can't be saved, like Denzel Washington tricking Ethan Hawke into smoking Sherman Hemsley. Once I make my judgment, there's no turning back, and I'll hold court like Mordecai. When I rap, it's so powerful that it brings statues to life and makes 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 you're case, Coz' on the frontlines you're dead the second that you see my face!
I'll fight for what's mine and lead my rebel army to guard the border. I give orders in the trenches like Sergeant Slaughter. Pray to Jesus for mercy and beg for your life because once you see my face on the frontlines, you're already dead.

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,
People thought my music's success was just theoretical, but my revenge is sweet enough to kill diabetic people. Companies like Procter and Gamble use eugenics and credit racial science, but couldn't produce a more aggressive and intellectual rapper like me.

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,
When I shoot people, I bury them with the bullets still inside them. My heart is darker than Thomas Jefferson's slave children. It's as dark as the days when people were tarred and feathered. The endocrine system of America is cancerous like an eagle's ass.

The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem, You could call it "conspiracy theory", I don't give a muthafuck, you could get your mother fucked, National security's a code-word for cover-up,
The hatchet and the sticks are symbols of fascism. Some may call it a conspiracy theory, but I don't care. You can go fuck your mother. National security is just a code-word for covering up the truth.

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,
Focus on people's character and don't let their skin color affect you. I have white revolutionaries who fight like Muslims in Chechnya. The percussion in my music thumps like the Russian mafia's beatdown.

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,
Even the Russian mafia understands the struggle for freedom. So whether you're Slavic or Islamic, drinking vodka or gin and tonic won't make your dreams come true. Playing the music industry game and starving to become rich is a grim reality for many.

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 Indira Gandhi, So never desecrate the space on which I meditate,
If you're not careful, the music industry will screw you over for millions like Paul McCartney's ex-wife. My lions are trapped inside a box like in the movie Jumanji. Sikh men can be violent like when they stabbed Indira Gandhi. Don't ever disrespect the space where I meditate.

My thoughts rip through tank-armored metal plates, And start to resenate, to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate, The place that the prophet Muhammad started to levitate, And Siddhartha became the Buddha that regenerates,
My thoughts are so powerful that they can rip through tank-armored metal plates. They resonate up to the point where Moses parted the Red Sea, where Muhammad started to levitate, and where Siddhartha became the Buddha of rebirth.

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!
Even with only half a bar left, I can deliver it with a cold intensity like dead soldiers. I control the souls of others and have vast knowledge, so fuck Scientology's dianetics. I possess knowledge like the entire library in Kemet (ancient Egypt) with the genetics of the Annunaki.

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,
The frontline is a dead-zone, and if you survive, you'll barely make it out alive or end up in a box. But this is the life I chose, and I told you to be ready for battle.

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