Frontline (feat. Holy Moses & Dot Demo)
Is it because
I view
From a higher perspective
Daily distractions
To divert me
From my objective
Apply what ever perfected
Method that seems effective
Whether it be the streets
Or the spirits I am connected
None can visualize
The pictures that I'm projecting
Nor can they yield
All this knowledge
That I'm collecting
A Smith and Wesson
In my possession
For your correction
This a nubian secret service
Now that's a secret weapon
Run your hands
Through my braids
While I nibble your tits
Call me the editor
How I'm flipping the script
I penetrate
Eliminate
At a flick of a switch
I'm a godly disease
As sick as it gets
When these frauds
Mention pies
I ain't thinking keys
Imaginary fairytales
These rappers make believe
Look at this guy
He think he fly
In them squeeze jeans
Wit Thor's hammer
Slam it on em
Like I'm Mablean
I'm tuff line
Fuck rhymes
Boy I get it in
Sick of all this arguin
N bickerin
He got that blank look
On his face
Then let me fill em in
I love the knowledge
Born to lead
Plus I'm militant
Fuck rhymes
Frontline
We can get it in
Sick of all this arguin
N bickering
Prime time
One time
I shine
You shine
I'm a die about mine
That's a definite
I got three eyes
Two to look one to see
Look at highest manifested
In the flesh as I be
I stand before as a man
I got a long way to go
That's why I keep in isolation
N some weed I can blow
I walk a narrow path
Vision is vivid
Since my un humble beginnings
I been a student
Of this thing called life
Fast money
Making a faster decision
Playa go handle your business
Everything is permitted
Nothing never off limits
We push the limit
Spark a spliff
N then we push it some mo
I'm where you left me
Send the signal
When you ready ta go
Masked up
Wit a hunnit rounds
I shut shit down for what
Niggas don't want none
Nigga come get some
Where the fuck you from
I'm from the boogie
It's hard to stay real
When you in the mist
Of fakes n phonies
But we still in the field
Don't try it
Dawg I keep it on me
Fuck rhymes
Frontline
We can get it in
Sick of all this arguin
N bickering
I view
From a higher perspective
Daily distractions
To divert me
From my objective
Apply what ever perfected
Method that seems effective
Whether it be the streets
Or the spirits I am connected
None can visualize
The pictures that I'm projecting
Nor can they yield
All this knowledge
That I'm collecting
A Smith and Wesson
In my possession
For your correction
This a nubian secret service
Now that's a secret weapon
Run your hands
Through my braids
While I nibble your tits
Call me the editor
How I'm flipping the script
I penetrate
Eliminate
At a flick of a switch
I'm a godly disease
As sick as it gets
When these frauds
Mention pies
I ain't thinking keys
Imaginary fairytales
These rappers make believe
Look at this guy
He think he fly
In them squeeze jeans
Wit Thor's hammer
Slam it on em
Like I'm Mablean
I'm tuff line
Fuck rhymes
Boy I get it in
Sick of all this arguin
N bickerin
He got that blank look
On his face
Then let me fill em in
I love the knowledge
Born to lead
Plus I'm militant
Fuck rhymes
Frontline
We can get it in
Sick of all this arguin
N bickering
Prime time
One time
I shine
You shine
I'm a die about mine
That's a definite
I got three eyes
Two to look one to see
Look at highest manifested
In the flesh as I be
I stand before as a man
I got a long way to go
That's why I keep in isolation
N some weed I can blow
I walk a narrow path
Vision is vivid
Since my un humble beginnings
I been a student
Of this thing called life
Fast money
Making a faster decision
Playa go handle your business
Everything is permitted
Nothing never off limits
We push the limit
Spark a spliff
N then we push it some mo
I'm where you left me
Send the signal
When you ready ta go
Masked up
Wit a hunnit rounds
I shut shit down for what
Niggas don't want none
Nigga come get some
Where the fuck you from
I'm from the boogie
It's hard to stay real
When you in the mist
Of fakes n phonies
But we still in the field
Don't try it
Dawg I keep it on me
Fuck rhymes
Frontline
We can get it in
Sick of all this arguin
N bickering
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Mckoy
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