Frontlines

(Intro: Diabolic)

Forget what you knew

Welcome to the muthaf****n' battlefield

(Verse 1: Diabolic)

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'

**** 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 until 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, held in court like Mordecai

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, 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

(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 mutha****as to lock and load

(Verse 2: Immortal Technique)

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 mother****

You could get your mother f****d

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 ****** wanna play industry and starve to be rich

Until they **** you for millions like Paul McCartney's *****

My lions live inside a box like Jumanji

Sikh ****** 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 **** Dianetics

I'm like the whole library in Kemet with Annunaki genetics

(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 mutha****as to lock and load

(Outro: Immortal Technique)

Yeah, motherf****r

Immortal Technique, Diabolic

This is the Frontline

The people first; one time

Thirty-two and a little somethin', ha ha ha

33-Degrees, mother****a

Go home and figure it out