C-Mob - Speak of the Devil lyrics

Mom, mom, MOM!?!
Woman: I'm here Christopher
What's wrong honey?
Little Boy: There's a man in my room
Woman: Oh honey, there's no man in your room
Yes there is he keeps on talking to me
Well what does he sound like?
Little Boy: I think it's The Devil mom

Ever since I was a child
I could feel a dark presence lingering in me
As I got older, i could gradually hear it
Speaking more clearly i was scared at first
I would under me and my
Little brother's bunk bed
My little brother didn't know what was there
So I thought that it was
Me that it wants dead
Come to find out the opposite
It kept visiting me, no stopping it
I shut the bedroom door, kept locking it


Under the cover tryna hide I would often get
So much awful shit
Going through my head I wish
The thoughts would quit
I really needed someone to be talking with
Like a child therapist with a doctorate
But then again they don't deal with the
Supernatural or anything beyond the coffin
Truly they wanna put me on prescription
Drugs if I told
'em that the devil was talking to me
It would've been all bad
And nobody would've sat next to Chris
Sitting all by myself in the pew during
Mass and they might've called an exorcist
You could be in fact destroyed, God
Is good so react with joy
Do what you should since
That's understood you can
Go and be a good little Catholic boy
And it kept going on
Til the night I decided to give up the fear
So I cursed and I called out his name
Suddenly he just appeared

Devil: Christopher
Little Boy: Why don't you leave me alone?
What do you want from me?
Devil: Don't be afraid i just
Want you to know
That if you ever need anything I'm here
For you there are so many great things in
Store for you if you ever need me
Just speak my name

Watch when you speak of me
I peek on you frequently
I know all the deepest
Darkest things that you keep secretly
He's always watching, cause he is always near
Speak of the devil, and he just may appear

Now that I am in adulthood
And I'm filled with dreams of achieving goals
He say he can make 'em all come true
All I gotta do is release my soul
I don't wanna be a failure
I work too hard I don't wanna feel that pain
But, I always turn him down
Is that why I'm still tryna make
It in the rap game?
Every day he's asking me, for my soul
Promising cash
To me, fame and women coming after me
Giving ass to me so nastily
Even though he's so dastardly
Gotta respect his tenacity
Always showing up every time I'm at a low
Point, tryna exploit
Catastrophies, blasphemies
Probably the best definition of the
Language that he speaks
Always tryna make a deal with me, every
Time I feel anguished at it's peak
And I wish that he'd
Start to flee, cause I reach
For the light wholeheartedly
But he knows darkness is a part of me
It can flow through me like
It's in my arteries
And he tries to appeal to that
Try to bait the hook and reel
It back, he's coming for my soul
But I will in fact
Do what I gotta do to keep it still intact
He said if I ever wanna quit
Struggling and I wanna make
The leap to fame, then he
Can provide everything I need
I just gotta speak his name

C-Mob: Look man
I keep telling you time and time
Again that I'm not selling
You my soul so quit offering me
Shit stay out of my head
Leave me the fuck alone
Devil: (Laughs) Well if you ever need me, just speak my name

Watch when you speak of me
I peek on you frequently
I know all the deepest
Darkest things that you keep secretly
He's always watching, cause he is always near
Speak of the devil, and he just may appear