F.T. - Line Of Fire lyrics

[Intro] Down quarters, all hands man your battle stations. All hands man your battle stations. It's a drill, it's a drill, it's a drill, it's a drill, it's a drill, it's a... [Verse One: KRS-One] I am a jealous rap god for sure, have no other rap gods before me Kneel to these MC's and they corny Be on thee alert, I practice After I smirk I do work, MC's lack this, they chase skirts All day and all night I write Touch up your mic and make the body feel alright MC's bite and incorrect recite What I say on the radio late night But their lyrical structure ain't shaped right They don't speak right BAM! Sleep tight I continue yearly, to speak clearly Professors with PhD's degrees sincerely fear me Because I merely speak articulate Expressing the present philosophy and sh** I captivate the audience And oh Lord it gets After that pure raunchiness But let's get on with this, session Fast I get Ill like Al when I Skratch that a** I'm the past, the present, the future You'se a loser cause these b**h MC's is what ya used to I'll do ya, no I'm doing ya, pursuing ya, putting two in ya Booyaka, booyaka MC's mentalities freeze when I breathe energy High degrees, in rhythmic philosophies [MC Shan] I master flows so I can flip it up in any point and simply click There's only one way to describe my persona and that's "simply sick" That's off the wall, push the meter to the meat racks You kinda get this feeling I'm not dealing with a complete stack Of cards and the odds is like a 20 to 1 shot And each verse that I burst is like the blast from a gunshot And when I storm son I hail down fire rains screaming out in dire pain Chase Freddy's a** down Michael Meyer's lane The world is living shiesty and I don't know who to trust I'll blaze your crew to dust and ain't a damn thing you can do to us Listen to the legendary's quote it gets addictive Hip hop is not a disease it's just something that I'm sick with [Godsons] Ayo I'm verbally vicious, you nervously suspicious And n***as never talk to me straight, always curving your pitches Call me Urban Religious, life is learning the difference I'm on the fifth floor with burgundy slippers observing you b**hes Murdering snitches is not a new thing, we move things Bacardi and Smoke, hardly provoke, is how we do things [Godsons] I never sell out sisters like slave traders sold brothers If you bought one of the Godsons hits, you a [?] Respect my rhyme Like I respect tittyless chicks with chest like mine I live right next to crime You not the foulest n***a but you neck and neck with swine Smoking cess with dimes knowing we gonna be the next to shine [Ras Ka**] Even as the s**m cell of daddy's scrotum my n***as knew I'd be iller When my tail knock down The Empire State Building like Godzilla My thoughts are God k**er, giving track [?] Ras Ka** Remember how I dismember your members fo' rella? s**a, you couldn't get me back if you was directly behind me Or standing on my spine wearing low jack, B The Articulate Thug, articulate 38 slugs So n***as better Duck like Donald and Daffy I live life like a dyke so f** y'all n***as f** them three mics in The Source My force is to be reckoned with My mental mechanism is this Eight feet tall, squeezing my balls I'll break your backboard while sporting TWISM Domingo put me on so naturally I comes off Eyes China, chocolate skinned b**hes think I'm Dominicona (So take that, take that) Cause Babe Ruth hated blacks I'm off to Hell and beat that devil with Sammy Sosa's bat Ya heard? [Interlude] Captain. The target's been located. Lock on the microphone. Microphone's locked on. They're in the line of fire [F.T.] Yo, a lot of real n***as died but I survived mad sh** Hustling on the strip eating fried crab sticks I'm a live ba*tard Your hood I drive past it Shawty thought my dick was small I surprised that b**h I love myself, I wanna hug myself But how can I judge you when I'm a thug myself? Nobody put a n***a on, I had to plug myself Stole whips, bust slugs, touched d** as well No drinks at the bar is a disgrace I run with a bunch of ugly n***as that got scars on they face And fire arms on they waist Make it 'Nam in this place If you say, "F ain't the bomb" then you're [?] [Bamboo] I hold it down like gravity On grounds of strategy I crown the casualty Survive the agony, slide before the fives try bagging me My capacity is a glossary of atrocity as a prophecy I'll be damned if n***as cram to understand Bam's animosity I'll surface with a purpose, disperse verses of revelation Lurk the Earth without getting murked in this diverse thirst and desperation I write agitated trife, affidavits of life Despite aggravated, stagnated, infatuated with mics But doe I unfold untold chapters I'm molding rappers My stature rapture beat n***as in the head until they skull fracture Now who's doing the damaging when rambling? Bam' the vandal and scandalling, live gambling Survive by scrambling