Hip Hop Frontline - Dj Kay Slay, CeeLo Green, Raekwon

In the final days before the angels came to slay them dark demons

And faces from all nations embrace whores and heathens

And dawgs was supposed to be woke, was livin' in the past

We had lyrics that spoke through spirits and cut like glass

The warrior poets, part gladiator, part priest

Who came to contain the beast, to be the kings of the East

Solid gold mics on the thrones of the pharaohs

Who chose to oppose those with the stolen souls and the cold bone marrow

Stages covered in sweat of legends

And subway walls and project halls that foresaw the hip-hop Armageddon

Blue versus red, street corners covered in lead

And littered with the bones of the unknown and the spiritually dead, yet

I came back again like I been here before

To slay all the devil’s hoards over the lands and the shores

'Cause with this hand on my mic, I swore

To slay millions of more demons who were dead

And crossed through the devil’s doors, we are at war

There is a warrior comin' (Frontline)

Kiss him, tell him you love him (Frontline)

Maybe he will die for nothin' (Frontline)

Might just go die for somethin' (Frontline)

And may God bless the dead (Frontline)

Flashed the way overhead (Frontline)

Here stands a faithful soldier (Frontline)

Until the war is over

We like the rich pharaohs in rap, godfathers and gangster hats

Trailblazers, authentic macks with racks

The game is ours, it’s our fortress and of course it’s potent shit

Don’t make me insult you for this culture (That's real)

I live prestigious, my name in this game is street shit

From marketing rap out of uniqueness

Portraits is real, facial expressions is ill

A level seven grand if it sit still (Watch your back, bro)

Gotta protect it, it ain’t real?

Dissect it (Quick, man)

If it shine, perfect it, you heard it from a vet, kid

Livin' out my wildest and realest ask, when flowin', don’t ask

You need a cut-man for this shit, it’s glass

I swear to pledge my allegiance for all the teachers who preach rich (Talk that

shit, dawg)

Then sat up in suites with gifts

Much blessings to the team

Shout out the amazing ones

Hold the flag high, yellin' and screamin', y’all, c’mon

There is a warrior comin' (Frontline)

Kiss him, tell him you love him (Frontline)

Maybe he will die for nothin' (Frontline)

Might just go die for somethin' (Frontline)

And may God bless the dead (Frontline)

Flashed the way overhead (Frontline)

Here stands a faithful soldier (Frontline)

Until the war is over

There’s a war on the horizon, this one’s for the culture

Fuck tryna insult you, death to all you fuckin' vultures (Word up)

I’m on the frontline, guns and microphones blazin'

From back in the days and, all man, all amazing

A general in this army, son, this ain’t no hobby, nigga

I didn’t build the building but I damn sure made the lobby, nigga

Help spread this culture from the Bronx to Abu Dhabi, nigga

And I ain’t gotta front, everybody know who I be, nigga

Caz, the Bronx Bomber, all I need is some pinstripes

They blowin' smoke up your ass and it’s comin' out your windpipes

But I ain’t no fuckin' pacifist, I’m one of them «get it in"types

Like Kay Slay, I’m one of them «all I do is win"types

There’s a war goin' on outside, ain’t in the street, player

Fuck your company, I got a laptop and a beat, player

A culture to regulate, and some streets to sweep, player

Salute the circle and a slash, on cold mics, heat, player

There is a warrior comin' (Frontline)

Kiss him, tell him you love him (Frontline)

Maybe he will die for nothin' (Frontline)

Might just go die for somethin' (Frontline)

And may God bless the dead (Frontline)

Flashed the way overhead (Frontline)

Here stands a faithful soldier (Frontline)

Until the war is over