DJ Kay Slay, Grandmaster Caz, Raekwon, CeeLo Green, Grandmaster Melle Mel - Hip Hop Frontline lyrics

There is a warrior comin' (Frontline)
Kiss him, tell him you love him (Frontline)
Maybe he will die for nothin' (Frontline)
Might just go die for somethin' (Frontline)
And may God bless the dead (Frontline)
Flashed the way overhead (Frontline)
Here stands a faithful soldier (Frontline)
Until the war is over

In the final days before the angels
Came to slay them dark demons
And faces from all nations
Embrace whores and heathens
And dawgs was supposed to be woke
Was livin' in the past
We had lyrics that spoke through
Spirit's and cut like glass
The warrior poets, part gladiator
Part priest who came to contain the beast
To be the kings of the East
Solid gold mics on the


Thrones of the pharaohs
Who chose to oppose those with the stolen
Souls and the cold bone marrow
Stages covered in sweat of legends
And subway walls and project halls
That foresaw the Hip-Hop armageddon
Blue versus red
Street corners covered in lead
And littered with the bones of the
Unknown and the spiritually dead, yet
I came back again like I been here before
To slay all the devil's hoards over
The lands and the shores
'Cause with this hand on my mic, I swore
To slay millions of more demons who were dead
And crossed through the devil's doors
We are at war

There is a warrior comin' (Frontline)
Kiss him, tell him you love him (Frontline)
Maybe he will die for nothin' (Frontline)
Might just go die for somethin' (Frontline)
And may God bless the dead (Frontline)
Flashed the way overhead (Frontline)
Here stands a faithful soldier (Frontline)
Until the war is over

We like the rich phaorahs in rap
Godfathers in gangster hats
Trailblazers, authentic macks with racks
The game is ours, it's our fortress and of
Course it's potent shit
Don't make me insult you for this culture
(That's real) i live prestigious
My name in this game is street shit
From marketing rap out of uniqueness
Portrait's is real, facial expressions is ill
A level seven grand if it sit still
(Watch your back, bro)
Gotta protect it, it ain't real? Dissect it
(Quick, man) if it shine, perfect it, you
Heard it from a vet, kid
Livin' out my wildest and
Realest ask, when flowin', don't ask
You need a cut man for this shit, it's glass
I swear to pledge my allegiance for
All the teachers who preach rich
(Talk that shit, dawg)
Then sat up in suites with gifts
Much blessings to the team
Shout out the amazing ones
Hold the flag high, yellin'
And screamin', y'all, c'mon

There is a warrior comin' (Frontline)
Kiss him, tell him you love him (Frontline)
Maybe he will die for nothin' (Frontline)
Might just go die for somethin' (Frontline)
And may God bless the dead (Frontline)
Flashed the way overhead (Frontline)
Here stands a faithful soldier (Frontline)
Until the war is over

There's a war on the horizon
This one's for the culture
Fuck tryna insult you
Death to all you fuckin' vultures (Word up)
I'm on the frontline
Guns and microphones blazin'
From back in the days and, all man
All amazing a general in this army, son
This ain't no hobby, nigga
I didn't build the building but I
Damn sure made the lobby, nigga
Help spread this culture from the
Bronx to Abu Dhabi, nigga
And I ain't gotta front, everybody
Know who I be, nigga
Caz, the Bronx Bomber
All I need is some pinstripes
They blowin' smoke up your ass and
It's comin' out your windpipes
But, I ain't no fuckin' pacifist
I'm one of them "get it in" types
Like Kay Slay
I'm one of them "all I do is win" types
There's a war goin' on outside
Ain't in the street, player
Fuck your company, I got a laptop and a beat
Player a culture to regulate, and
Some streets to sweep, player
Salute the circle and a slash
On cold mics, heat, player

There is a warrior comin' (Frontline)
Kiss him, tell him you love him (Frontline)
Maybe he will die for nothin' (Frontline)
Might just go die for somethin' (Frontline)
And may God bless the dead (Frontline)
Flashed the way overhead (Frontline)
Here stands a faithful soldier (Frontline)
Until the war is over