| On urbain terrain I strive to maintain |
| Stress is strain with a whole heap of pain |
| A lotta fuckin games that I can’t seem to win |
| I’m livin in the land of sin |
| I close my eyes and I count to 10'000 |
| Shit is still fucked up down in public housing |
| Turn on the TV just to see my man on the news |
| No job, but he had a pair of $ 100 shoes |
| So I get my head ready cause I know where I’m at |
| I got good sense and now I need a 1'000 gats |
| Cause times in America is all out of order |
| You gotta pay just to get good drinkin water |
| They goin bucknuts and I ain’t tryina hear it |
| The end ain’t near, it’s here |
| I stay cool in the Babylon swelter |
| Bout to build a house with a fuckin bomb shelter |
| Cause it’s a lotta smilin faces out here and I don’t trust em |
| Muthafuckas make a wrong move and I’ma bust em |
| I’m sleepin on the floor with my nines by the door |
| War ain’t fair, it’s war |
| Front line, muthafucka |
| You can never underestimate your enemy |
| You gotta realize there’s people who wake up 6 AM in the morning to jog |
| Running for their life cause they underestimate… |
| Shit in here is gettin kinda warm |
| Muthafuckas didn’t know that I had this for em |
| I’m spittin buckshots and you could all get dropped |
| Muthafuck a vest, I’m takin all headshots |
| It’s the great beat breaker, Brakalak jacker |
| Dominant genes, son, it gets no blacker |
| You’re scared, bitch, as is with the style you lack |
| I’m havin reoccurin dreams of blowin out your back |
| So take that (*gunshot*) and that (*gunshot*) |
| And that (*gunshot*) and that (*gunshot*) |
| I’m as hard as it gets, you can’t sit where I sat |
| Roll with a ill crew, pack a big god jewel |
| I ain’t the bitch steady tryina get a new hairdo |
| (Ooh) Look, you ain’t gotta like it, cause shit is real |
| I’ma say how I feel, the truth must be revealed |
| Your eyes wide open and you still can’t see |
| Steady smokin blunts talkin bout I’m free |
| Spend all of your time sleepin with the enemy |
| Doin dumb shit that you seen on TV |
| Can’t get caught up in the hocus pocus |
| Times is so hopeless, I gotta keep focus |
| And I’ma do whatever it takes |
| Cause shit ain’t easy, but that’s the breaks |
| Times is too wild to smile |
| I’m ready, get it on, son, you know my style |
| Can’t clown cause I’m down for mine |
| From now to '99, frontline, muthafucka |
| It’s no room for fear |
| We givin these heads the respect and the credit that they don’t deserve |
| Youknowmsayin? |
| That’s why they don’t respect us |
| When we start to realize who we are |
| then we can clearly see who they are |
| Originality is now a yummy soundbite |
| Everything sounds aight but trite, but it don’t sound right |
| Treadin over urban terrain is a great source of pain |
| But it’s the path that I chose, so I can’t complain |
| If I get honory, pardon me, gems and gents |
| I’m on a mission in the very literal fuckin sense |
| If heads don’t understand it’s of no consequence |
| Cause not everyone is worthy to hold my confidence |
| In a world so clandestine I stand frontline |
| motion and mad explosion |
| The vision descension and massive tension |
| Stiflin congestion and no progression |
| I try to keep on lookin at the prize |
| But I’m steady wipin blood out my eyes |
| Mr. Charlie kill your pops and rape your mother |
| Now we fuckin turn around and shoot each other? |
| Run for cover, well that ain’t a fuckin option |
| I’m comin through head first, I ain’t stoppin |
| Suckers want beef cause I speak on these topics |
| But don’t sleep, I’m keepin heat like the tropics |
| A full clip and my hand on my dick |
| I’m like a muthafuckin elephant, I don’t forget shit |
| From Medgar Evers down to Emmet Till |
| Black bodies swingin from trees outlining American hills |
| Talk all that racism shit if you want to |
| But white man, I don’t trust you, and I will bust you |
| Even if you try to act trife |
| It’s the M-o-s loced out for life |
| 100 years ago you brought the rah-rah |
| Now it’s recycled in Kumbaya |
| And I ain’t goin out like a punk |
| You say holier than thou, well you can call it what you want |
| No slippin, I gotta stay aware |
| I’m too prepared to be steppin out scared |
| Brothers' eyes are watchin, can’t go out like a sucker |
| Mos Def is in another frontline muthafuckas |
| Victory is the only choice |
| There’s no other alternative but victory |
| And the only way to be victorious is to understand your enemy |
| You have to understand that they’re fighting to survive |
| But we are fighting to live |
| They’re fighting for something totally different |
| The differences are great |
| And we have to realize that their time is up |
| And if they’re desperate… |
| A desperate enemy should not be hard-pressed because he has nothing to lose |
| and he will take you to hell with him |
| So you either to win or you fight to die |
| Fight to win or you fight to die |