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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 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 Songtexte 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 phaorahs 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 Aus Songtexte Mania