Diabolic Ft. Immortal Technique - Frontlines LYRICS

[Diabolic] Forget what you knew, Welcome to the muthafuckin battlefield, [Diabolic: Verse 1] I two-step with Lucifer, and ever since i started dancin, Ive 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, Fuck around and Ill punch youre mouth in, Im king of the mountain, with my life in this project like its public housing, Counting on the fact i fire bomb entire songs, I wont stop until the worlds inside my palm like Viacom, Diabolic, Ill 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, Sole survivor, flowin lavas second nature, So dont test, its best to save youre breath like respirators, Ill throw a punch at youre ribs that gives youre lungs asthma, And has you pouring out youre guts faster than Dutch Masters, Drunk bastard, past the point of no return, Like Denzel trickin Ethan Hawke into smokin sherm, Judgement overturned, held in court like Mordecai, Mortalize when i make statues bleed and portraits cry, Ill go to war for mine, Rebel Army guard the border, Im in the trenches barkin orders like Im Sergeant Slaughter, Pray to Jesus H for mercy and plead youre case, Coz on the frontlines youre dead the second that you see my face! [Hook: 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, [Hook: Diabolic] 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, [Immortal Technique: Verse 2] 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, Couldnt 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-ass American, The hatchet and the sticks, the fascist emblem, You could call it Conspiracy Theory, I dont give a muthafuck, you could get your mother fucked, National securitys 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 its like when you fighting for Svoboda, So whether Slavic, or Islamic, vodka/gin tonic, Drunken fantasies are cool son, but heres the grim logic, You niggas wanna play industry, and starve to be rich , Until they you for millions, like Paul McCartneys bitch, My lions live inside a box like