Frontlines

[Verse 1: Diabolic]

I two-step with Lucifer and ever since I started dancing

I walked a fine line between Einstein and Charles Manson

Starved as famine with my stomach growling

Like someone shouting a hundred thousand times louder than thunder pounding

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 housing

Counting on the fact I firebomb entire songs

And won’t stop until the world’s inside my palm like Viacom

Diabolic, I’ll supply the higher wattage

Via fiberoptic wire until you acquire some kind of knowledge

Cause life made me grow wiser than old-timers

Hot-headed like the Ghost Rider behind a slow driver

Sole-survivor flowing lava 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 pouring out your guts faster than Dutchmasters

Drunk bastard past the point of no return

Like Denzel tricking Ethan Hawke into smoking sherm

Judgement overturned, holding court like Mordechai

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

[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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers to lock and load

[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]

Yeah 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 progressive intellectual giant

Nephilim bury em with the bullets left in em

My heart is blacker than the children of Thomas Jefferson

Blacker than back in the days of the tar and feathering

The cancerous endocrine, the ego that’s American

The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem

You can call it conspiracy theory

I don’t give a motherfuck, you could get your mother fucked

National security’s a codeword for cover-up

Hold that down, I look at character, never let the colour get to you

I got white revolutionaries like Muslims in Chechnya

Percussion dumping like the Russian Mafia over you

But even they know what it’s like when you’re fighting for sloboda

So whether Slavic or Islamic, vodka, gin, tonic

Drunken fantasies are cool son but here’s the grim logic

You niggas want to play industry and start to be rich

Until they fuck you for millions like Paul McCartney’s bitch

My lions live inside a box like Jumanji

Sikh nigga status stab you up like Indira Gandhi

So never desecrate the space on which I meditate

My thoughts rip through tank armoured metal plates

It’s thought to resonate to the spot where Moses caused the sea to separate

The place that the prophet Mohammed started to levitate

The exact moment that Jesus rose dead awake

And Siddhārtha 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 kemet Annunaki genetics