Frontline

Live from the frontline, peep the signs of the time

Anarchy, confusion, still looting, still shooting

Polices abusing, still no solution to the problem

Gang bangers killing toddlers, Chiraq a war zone

Every day the same song, even in a pandemic

**** still bullshitting?

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!

Time is so short, walk on water

Raised in the sticks, holy man

Pennies and quarters

We shuffle, we tyrants, the devil man

The youngins, they killas

They martyrs, they shooters, they 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

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline

We live from the frontline

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

We live from the frontline

We live from the frontline

You ain't on my level, I got my dirty shovel

Will he stop? Never, the shots at the Devil

Now get ya hair beveled, I'm a goodfella

On the frontline, it was by design

They wanna take mines and try to break lines

Or walk with a soldier to the frontline

Gas in the air will make a brother choke

Or poison in the smoke, or twelve throwing at your folk

No joke, on the way to see hope

Let's go burn this motherfucker down to the floor

And let 'em know T-mo doing it from the frontline

Picket signs, all out, take mines

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline

We live from the frontline

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

We live from the frontline

We live from the frontline

I oughta be an 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 wit' gold teeth, not the all gold man

Uh, I ain't been to war in ten summers

But I can still put a sparrow right between your numbers

And there's an affiliated flag on the play

He said, "Let me do it, Unk?" Okay, a bag on the way

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 is where we need ya face card

Say less and pay for it wit' your race card

Molotov cocktails, chaos, mayhem

Picket signs, tear gas, courtesy of Uncle Sam

We live from the frontline

We live from the frontline

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

We live from the frontline

We live from the frontline