Frontline 2015

[Verse 1: D Double E]

I'm an animal, lyrical cannibal

Send man fly like a human cannonball

All these haters, I can't stand them all

All these fakers, I can't stand them all

Nah, they're no man at all

Think you're the man? You're not the man at all

Think you're the don? You're not the don at all (budabupbup)

Come on then, flick out your tool

See who's the last man standing tall

Man are on this ting, us man are old school

D Double E, Foots, Monkey and all

On the frontline, it will just take one call

With the TEC-9, it will just take one pull

So you better take time and be cool

None of us man ain't having it all

[Hook: Footsie]

Frontline, I'm out here on the frontline

You can count on me when it's crunch-time

I'm ready to eat like lunchtime

Frontline, I'm out here on the frontline

Yeah, I'm out here on the frontline

You can count on me when it's crunch-time

Yeah, I'm ready to eat like lunchtime

[Verse 2: Footsie]

You know where I be at

From back in the day when D Double had a badboy SEAT

Windows blacked out man can't see in

And Newham's the crew that I be in

Dun know, us man keep it G

Shout out Monkey, hold tight Dee

Real gens from back in the day

Yeah mans still here, still cracking away

Yeah you know me from back in the day

Man chat shit, I'll slap it away

Send for the ting and clap it away

You're not that guy, or bray

I don't give a fuck what you want to say

Cos you dun know I put in the work all, you dun know I put in the work all day

[Hook: Footsie]

Frontline, I'm out here on the frontline

You can count on me when it's crunch-time

I'm ready to eat like lunchtime

Frontline, I'm out here on the frontline

Yeah, I'm out here on the frontline

You can count on me when it's crunch-time

Yeah, I'm ready to eat like lunchtime

[Verse 3: Monkstar]

(One, two)

I sleep with visions and dreams of me delivering fiends

Police not forbidden, it means the villain in Dee just run, I've come

Ride the riddim in three, feel physically sick

Still lyrically big, from the minute we spit it's on

We're gone, try mimic me

Quick fight still in me, quit this, writ this song

It seems I left the team and I'm bananas, it harbours

I'd rather be seen as the martyr that left it all regardless of needs

The heartless of theives, I'm stealing thoughts

One of the fathers of the scene

Cutting heads, that was the barber in me

It's time for the crackdown again, still randomizing my targets

Like this thing's back around the train just keeps reaping these harvests

So I'm here cos I hear they're hollering, dere they're following

Where's the honour in feeding words and no one swallowing?

Cos I'll be serving after the afters

[Hook: Footsie]

Frontline, I'm out here on the frontline

You can count on me when it's crunch-time

I'm ready to eat like lunchtime

Frontline, I'm out here on the frontline

Yeah, I'm out here on the frontline

You can count on me when it's crunch-time

Yeah, I'm ready to eat like lunchtime