Frontline - Intellectual

[Intro]

Frontline

[Verse 1: Khujo Goodie]

Live from the frontline, peep the signs of the time

Anarchy, confusion, still lootin', still shootin'

Police abusin', still no solution to the problem

Gang bangers killin' toddlers

Chiraq a warzone, every day the same song

Even in a pandemic, niggas still bullshittin'

Can't stop what's written, they burned down Wendy's

They martyring criminals, shit get pathetic

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

Understand the master plan

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]

Times is short, walk on water

Raised in the stixx, holy man

Pennies and quarters

We shuffle, we tyrants, the devil man

The youngins, they killers

They martyrs, they shooters, the trash man

Smoke bombs, fireworks, truck full of bodies

Race war party, live from the frontline

Rubber bullets flying, corona in the air

Give a fuck about dying, live from the frontline

Military artillery, I'ma keep mine

The government lying, live from the frontline

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline, we live from the frontline

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline, we live from the frontline

[Verse 3: T-Mo]

You ain’t on my level (Nope), I got my dirty shovel (Come on)

Will he stop? Never (Never), throw shots at the devil

Now get ya hair beveled (What), I’m a goodfella

On the front line, it was by design (Ayy)

They wanna take mine (Come on), and try to break lines

Come walk with a soldier to the frontline (Come on)

Gas in the air will make a brother choke (Choke)

The poison and the smoke

And 12 going at your throat, no joke

On the way to CEO

Let’s go burn this motherfucker down to the floor

Let 'em know T-Mo doing it from the frontline

Picket signs, all-out, take mines

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem (Woo, woo)

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline, we live from the frontline

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline, we live from the frontline

[Verse 4: Cee-Lo]

I oughta be a owner watching my team play from the skybox

One ice cube in my cognac, in my socks

Red phone ringing, need assist for the old man

The one with the gold teeth, not the all-gold man

I ain’t been to war in ten summers (Ugh)

But I can still put a sparrow right between your numbers (Brrp)

And there's an affiliated flag on the play

He said, “Let me do it, Unc'“ Ok, a bag on the way (Huh)

Now David Banner told me, "'Lo keep your hands clean

While you at it, keep your shirt and your pants clean

'Cause further on up the ladder's where we need ya face card

Say less, pay for it with your race card"

[Chorus: Khujo Goodie]

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline, we live from the frontline

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline, we live from the frontline