[Intro: Diabolic]

Forget what you knew

Welcome to the motherfuckin' battlefield (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

Starve 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 kind of 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

Judgment overturned, holdin' 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

[Chorus: Immortal Technique, Both]

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 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 the 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 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

[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

[Outro: Immortal Technique]

Yeah, motherfucker

Immortal Technique, Diabolic

This is the frontline

The people vs. one time

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

33 Degrees, motherfucker

Go home and figure it out