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