Frontline (Featuring Pharaohe Monch & Prince Po)

Yo yo yo, huh hah

Smooth diff' in this, y'all know what's going on with this right here

Yo it's Shawn J., bust it

It's goin' down like that

El Da Sensei hah, for the '9-8

F.T., Mike Zoot, Prince Po' huh, Pharoahe Monch

The Frontline, huh

You don't know what's up with this, uhh uhh

You don't know what's up with this

Doing drama like dis do', yo check it out check it out

My vendetta in this form of musical song

Is to enlighten and brighten the mind

Through instrument and rhyme

And fix those inadequate flows that don't adapt

Makin' snacks on wax plates for DJs to scratch

Fast slash, cross hatch slash, cross patch

Every word of mine will be verbally so tight to match

That or that I hit you harder than Caterpillar trucks

In the lab where we collaborate or matter will erupt

From a, music martyr, bust mortar, break the order

Torch your sound texture, fire water's in my aura

Your future forefather, your new wave slave wrapped

In chains and amulets and hard-to-earn assets

Yo, **** game playing but not name saying

My aim's sprayin', I get mine that's why you stay waitin'

And vacating, whether you know it or not, I'mma blow up the spot

If you owe me a lot, I'mma show up with Glocks

And you're still wet, pull up your socks, suspend the art

Sizzle like woks, underground spots

From the city to the boondocks

Bounce, double wishbone suspension like shocks

Multiple plans and plots, word

You know we shine with rhymes all the time

Keep in mind don't test these MCs who bless (Word)

Test these MCs

You know we shine with rhymes all the time

Keep in mind don't test these MCs who bless (Word)

Test these MCs (Word what ugh)

Test these MCs

I spit fire satire, indeed bleed, phenomenal demographics

Broadcast my rhyme forecast to eager addicts

Pave a path many can't outlast

Who these cats who blast gats rehearsing lines for a movie cast?

But as a centrail, blaze the track engage

Instamatic sporadic insight pays for days

With their sickening floss, flip on tracks like Dominique Dawes

Pause, date back, flows is getting flashback

My existence, spirits in animated film

Three-dimensionally roller scoped

With cloaking devices, skates, stoges and a motor boat

I hold the Pope for ransom, it's

The handsomest, assassinating Satan

Leaving the world Marilyn Manson-less

I'm in the streets like Sesame

The recipe - to kill, attain da mil/DeMille like Cecille B

The rest'll be the aftermath, the most got statistics

Pharoahe Monch, Steve Post about to lift it

I gotta get mine, give it back so you can get yours

I gotta get mine, give it back so you can get yours

I gotta get mine, give it back so you can get yours

Yo yo, uuuh what?

I'm leavin' your staff mated, making these crabs hate it

I lotta fags rate it and thought I got stagnated

I'm not some rap **** that you're dying to meet

Just another hungry brother real hungry and trying to eat

And in the streets you better rely on your feet

Babies is feelin' iron, crying to sleep

Plus the government is supplying the heat

They going psychotic in prison cos of the economic additions

Plus sex and drugs in the bleachers

3-4 come up, run up in beefcake gun butt-ups

Crush truck chains, the wiry gold frames

Chains sums up, the dollars, white collar, blue Range

Eat my dust up

Ten in the bucket in the left lane gaining momentum

Cum sending comers, fair game, a lot of sumtin' sumtin'

All in or nothin', silence the sufferin'

Can't stand the struggling, some resume games to stain jugglin'

I muscled in and scribbled my name

Belittle your brain, the true grain riddle your frame

Got you forfeiting the bitch by the middle of the game

Hostile, impossible to stop below the free

Buck em down, shook em nothin at the top of the key

Prince, omnipotent, magnificent moves, strategic

Smash joints, leaving the track paraplegic

Repeat it for those who need it, **** catch the vibe

Fish 'n grits, hot sauce, forever embedded inside

You know we shine with rhymes all the time

Keep in mind don't test these MCs who bless (Word)

Test these MCs

You know we shine with rhymes all the time

Keep in mind don't test these MCs who bless (Word)

Test these MCs (Word what ugh)

Test these MCs

What, ugh, yo, yeah come on, yeah yeah

By my **** El Da Sensei, Mike Zoot, nah what I'm sayin?

Okay, F.T., Guesswhyld

I gotta fresh style