Immortal Technique, Diabolic - Frontlines lyrics

Forget what you knew
Welcome to the muthafuckin' battlefield

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 portrait's 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

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

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 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

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

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