Front Line chords and lyrics - URBAN THERMO DYNAMICS

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[Verse 1]
[F][G]
[F]On[G][F][G][C]
[F]urban terrain,
I [G]strive to main[F]tain
Stress is strained with a whole heap of pain
A lot of fucking games
that [G]I can't seem to win
I'm [F]living in a land of [G]sin
I [C]close my [F]eyes and [G]I count
to ten thousand
Shit is still [F]fucked up [G]down
in public housing
Turn on the TV
just to see my man on the news
No [F]job, but he had to pay [G]a hundred dollars
[C]So I [F]get my head [G]ready
cause I know where [C]I'm at
I [F]got good [G]sense and now
I need a thousand [C]gats
Cause [F]times in America is [G]all out of order
You gotta pay just to get
good drinking water
They [F]going buck nuts and
I ain't trying [C]to hear it
The [G]end ain't near, it's here
[C]I stay c[F]ool in t[G]he Babylon swelter
[F]Bout to build a house
with [G]a fucking bomb shelter
[C]Cause there's [F]a lot of smaller faces
out [G]here
and I don't trust them
Motherfuckers make a wrong move
and I'ma [C]bust em
I'm sleepin' on [G]the floor
with my nods by the door
[F]War [G]ain't fair, it's war,
front [C]line mother[G]fucker
You can never underestimate
your enemy
You gotta [F]realize there's [G]people
who wake up [C]6am in the morn[F]ing
And [G]jog, runnin' for their life
Cause they don't underes
[F]timate your [G]energy
Shit [F]in here is gettin' kinda [G]warm
Mother[F]fuckers didn't know
that [G]I had this [C]form
I'm [F]spittin' buckshots and you
could all get [C]dropped
[F]Motherfucker vest,
I'm takin' [G]all headshot[C]s
It's the great beat[G]breaker,
brackalack [C]jacker
Dom[G]inant jeans, son,
it gets no [C]blacker
You're [G]scared, bitch,
asses with the style you [C]lack
I'm havin' [G]reoccurring [F]dreams
of blowin' [G]out your back
So take that, and that, and that, and that I'm [F]as hard as it gets,
you can't [G]sit where [C]I sat
Roll [F]with the ill [G]crew, pack a big God Jew
I ain't [C]the bitch steady
[G]tryin' to get [C]a new hairdo
[F]Oh, look, [G]you ain't gotta like it,
cause shit is [C]real
I'ma [F]say how I feel,
the truth [G]must be re[C]vealed
Your [F]eyes wide [G]open and
you still can't [C]see
[F]Steady smoking blunts,
talking [G]bout I'm [C]free
Spend [G]all of your time sleeping
with the en[C]emy
Doing dumb [F]shit that you've
[G]seen on TV
Can't get caught up in
the hocus pocus
Times [F]are so [G]hopeless,
I gotta keep [C]fo cused
And I'ma [F]do whatever it [C]takes
Cause [G]shit ain't easy,
but that's the breaks
[C]Tim[F]es are too wild to smile
[G]I'm [C]ready to get [F]it on, son,
you know my [G]style
[C]Can't clo[F]wn cause I'm[C] down for mine
From now to [F]99,
[G]front line mot[C]hafucka
[G]There's no room for fear,
we giving [C]these heads the [F]respect
and the credit that they [G]don't deserve
[C]You know what I'm [F]saying?
That's [G]why they don't respect us
When we start to [F]realize who we [G]are,
then we can clearly see who they are
[F]Originality is not what y
'all make sound [C]like
Everything [G]sounds hype and trite,
but [F]it don't sound [C]right
Treading [G]on virgin terrain
is a great source of pain
But it's [F]the path that [G]I chose,
so I can't complain
[C]If I get ornery,
[G]pardon me gems and [C]gents
I'm on [F]a mission in the
[G]very fucking literal sense
If heads [F]don't under[G]stand,
it's of no consequence
[C]Cause not [F]everyone is worthy
to hold my confid[C]ence
In a [F]world so clandestine,
[G]I stand frontline
Caco[F]phonous [G]motion
and mad explo[C]sion
Divi[F]sion, [G]dissension and
massive tension
Stifling, congestion and no progression
I [F]try to keep on [G]looking at [C]the prize
[G]But I'm steady wiping blood out my eyes
Mr. Charlie, kill your pops
and rape your mother
And we fuckin' turn around
and shoot each [C]other
[G]Run for cover?
Well, that ain't a fuckin' option
I'm comin' through headfirst,
I ain't [C]stoppin'
[G]Suckers want beef,
cause I speak on these topics
But don't sleep,
I'm keepin' heat like the [C]tropics
[G]A full clip in my hand on m[C]y dick
I'm like [G]a motherfuckin' elephant,
I don't forget shit
From Edgar Evans down to
Emmett Tills
Black bodies swinging from trees,
outlining American hills
Talk all that racism shit if [C]you want to
[G]But white man, I don't trust you
An[C]d I will b[F]ust you
[G]Even if you try to act [C]trife
It's [F]the M .O .S. on [G]low -dial for [C]life
A [G]hundred years [F]ago,
you brought [G]the rah -rah
Now [F]it's recycled an[G]d cooled by y 'all
And I ain't goin' out like [C]a punk
You say [F]holier than thou
and you can [G]call it what you [C]want
[G]No slippin', I gotta say you're weird
I'm too prepared [G]to be
steppin' out scared
Papa's eyes [G]are watchin',
can't go out like a sucker
Most death is sendin' [F]up the front line,
mother[C]fuckers
[G]Victory is the only choice
There's no other alternative than victory
And the only way to be victorious
is to understand your enemy
You have to understand
that they're fighting to survive
And we're fighting to live
They're fighting for something
totally different
The differences are great
And we have to realize
that their time is [G]up
And that they're desperate
And that a desperate enemy
should not be hard -pressed
Because he has nothing to lose,
and he will take [G]you to hell with it.
So you either fight [G]to win,
or you fight to die.
[G]Fight to win, or you fight to die.