Immortal Technique - Dance with the Devil lyrics
[Immortal Technique - Dance with the Devil lyrics]
I once knew a nigga whose
Real name was William
His primary concern was makin' a million
Bein' the illest hustler that
The world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and
Sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind at the age of 13
Nigga never had a father and
His mom was a fiend she put the pipe down
But for every year she was sober
Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hangin' out
Sellin' bags in the projects
Checkin' the young chicks
Lookin' for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation
'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and
Didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't
Think he was real you see
Me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities
On other people
He fiended for props like addicts
With pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove
To everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man
With infinite potential the product of a
Ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school
To sell weed dancin' with the Devil
Smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of sellin' trees
And gave in to his greed
Everyone tryin' to be trife
Never face the consequences
You probably only did a
Month for minor offenses
Ask a nigga doin' life if
He had another chance but then again
There's always the wicked that
Knew in advance
Dance forever with the Devil on
A cold cell block
But that's what happens when
You rape, murder, and sell rock
Devils used to be God's angels
That fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burnin'
In the melting pot
So Billy started robbin' niggas
Anything he could do
To get his respect back in
The eyes of his crew
Startin' fights over little shit
Up on the block
Stepped up to sellin' mothers and
Brothers the crack rock
Workin' overtime for makin' money
For the crack spot hit the jackpot
And wanted to move up to cocaine
Fulfillin' the Scarface fantasy stuck
In his brain tired of the block niggas
Treatin' him the same
He wanted to be major like the
Cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em
Niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfuckin'
Coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt
Can front like a Blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker
Up in the club but only a real thug can
Stab someone 'til they die
Standin' in front of them
Starin' straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these
Men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test
Him before business started
Suggested rapin' a bitch to prove
He was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between
Goin' back to his life
Or makin' money with made men
Up in the cyph'
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night
At a quarter to three
Everyone tryin' to be trife
Never face the consequences
You probably only did a
Month for minor offenses
Ask a nigga doin' life if
He had another chance but then again
There's always the wicked that
Knew in advance
Dance forever with the Devil on
A cold cell block
But that's what happens when
You rape, murder, and sell rock
Devils used to be God's angels
That fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burnin'
In the melting pot
They drove around the projects slow
While it was rainin' smokin' blunts
Drinkin' and jokin' for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street
Walkin' alone
Three in the mornin', comin'
Back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out
The car and followed her
Walkin' through the projects
The darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head
And knocked her onto the floor
"This is it, kid
Now you got your chance to be raw"
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed
The chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby
That had nobody there she struggled hard
But they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then
Held her down on the ground
Screamin', "Shut the fuck up
And stop movin' around!"
The shirt covered her face
But she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch
Until he'd broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly
What they were doin'
They kicked her until they cracked her
Ribs and she stopped movin'
Blood leakin' through the cloth
She cried silently
And then they all proceeded
To rape her violently
Billy was made to go first
But each of them took a turn
Rippin' her up and chokin' her
Until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God
But they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lyin'
Bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new 22
They told him that she was a
Witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her
He was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute
She was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put
The gun right to her head
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Right before he pulled the trigger
And ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with
The platinum and ice
And he felt strong standin' along
With his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head and
Pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him
Start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was starin' into the
Eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried
'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully than when
They were rapin' her
His whole world stopped
He couldn't even contemplate
His corruption had successfully
Changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom
Used to come home late
Workin' hard for nothin'
Because now what was he worth?
He turned away from the woman that
Had once given him birth
And cryin' out to the sky
'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the Devil responded
'cause God wasn't there
And right then he knew what it
Was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof
And died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place
But I doubt it
After that, they killed his mother
And never spoke about it and listen
'cause the story that I'm tellin' is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs
And I raped his mom too
And now the Devil follows me
Everywhere that I go in fact
I'm sure he's standin' among one
Of you at my shows and every street cypher
Listenin' to little thugs flow
He could be standin' right next to you
And you wouldn't know
The Devil grows inside the hearts
Of the selfish and wicked white, brown
Yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny
When you're inflicted
And you'll be one of God's children
That fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burnin'
In the melting pot
So when the Devil wants to dance with you
You better say never
Because a dance with the Devil
Might last you forever
Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over
Huh? Well, it’s not
You didn’t count on a
Fallen angel gettin' back
Into the grace of God and comin' after you
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
Your producers ain’t shit
Your fuckin' A & R ain’t shit
I’ll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo deal
Yo, Diabolic
Take this motherfucker’s head off!
Go ‘head and grip Glocks
I’ll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You’ll have to lip lock with
Hypodermic needles to lick shots
I’ll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can’t freestyle you’re screwed off the top
Like bottle caps beneath the surface
I’m overheatin' your receiving circuit's
By unleashin' deeper verses than
Priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush takin' bullets
For the secret service
Beyond what y'all fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion
Like havin' a straight-faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em
Have his half-a-10 bitch suck
My friend’s dick in the meantime
You can french kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic: a one man brigade
Spreadin' cancer plague
Fist-fuckin’ a pussy’s face
Holdin' a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin', faggot
You’re less than nothin'
I just had to get that stress
Off my chest like breast reduction
You motherfuckers are nothin'
You cannot harm me
I’ll resurrect every aborted baby
And start an army
Storm the planet, huntin' you down
'cause I’m on a mission
To split your body into
A billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique’ll destroy your religion
You stupid bitch
You’re faker than blue-eyed crackers
Nailed to a crucifix i’m 'bout to blow up
Like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I’m like time it'self: I’m
Gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you
Fuck usin’ a chrome piece
I’m Illmatic, you won’t make it home
Like Jerome’s niece
I’ll sever your head diagonally for
Thinkin' of dissin' me
And then use your dead body to
Write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy brain-washed
Your psychology so you’re nothin'
Like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of
More faggots than Greek mythology
Usin' numerology to count the people
I sent to Heaven
Produces more digit's than 22
Divided by seven
You’re like Kevin Spacey: your
Style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you
Not a motherfuckin' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain that
Appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you’re too basic
You’re never gonna make it
Like children walkin' through Antarctica
Butt naked
Real name was William
His primary concern was makin' a million
Bein' the illest hustler that
The world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and
Sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind at the age of 13
Nigga never had a father and
His mom was a fiend she put the pipe down
But for every year she was sober
Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hangin' out
Sellin' bags in the projects
Checkin' the young chicks
Lookin' for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation
'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and
Didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't
Think he was real you see
Me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities
On other people
He fiended for props like addicts
With pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove
To everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man
With infinite potential the product of a
Ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school
To sell weed dancin' with the Devil
Smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of sellin' trees
And gave in to his greed
Everyone tryin' to be trife
Never face the consequences
You probably only did a
Month for minor offenses
Ask a nigga doin' life if
He had another chance but then again
There's always the wicked that
Knew in advance
Dance forever with the Devil on
A cold cell block
But that's what happens when
You rape, murder, and sell rock
Devils used to be God's angels
That fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burnin'
In the melting pot
So Billy started robbin' niggas
Anything he could do
To get his respect back in
The eyes of his crew
Startin' fights over little shit
Up on the block
Stepped up to sellin' mothers and
Brothers the crack rock
Workin' overtime for makin' money
For the crack spot hit the jackpot
And wanted to move up to cocaine
Fulfillin' the Scarface fantasy stuck
In his brain tired of the block niggas
Treatin' him the same
He wanted to be major like the
Cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em
Niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfuckin'
Coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt
Can front like a Blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker
Up in the club but only a real thug can
Stab someone 'til they die
Standin' in front of them
Starin' straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these
Men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test
Him before business started
Suggested rapin' a bitch to prove
He was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between
Goin' back to his life
Or makin' money with made men
Up in the cyph'
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night
At a quarter to three
Everyone tryin' to be trife
Never face the consequences
You probably only did a
Month for minor offenses
Ask a nigga doin' life if
He had another chance but then again
There's always the wicked that
Knew in advance
Dance forever with the Devil on
A cold cell block
But that's what happens when
You rape, murder, and sell rock
Devils used to be God's angels
That fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burnin'
In the melting pot
They drove around the projects slow
While it was rainin' smokin' blunts
Drinkin' and jokin' for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street
Walkin' alone
Three in the mornin', comin'
Back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out
The car and followed her
Walkin' through the projects
The darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head
And knocked her onto the floor
"This is it, kid
Now you got your chance to be raw"
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed
The chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby
That had nobody there she struggled hard
But they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then
Held her down on the ground
Screamin', "Shut the fuck up
And stop movin' around!"
The shirt covered her face
But she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch
Until he'd broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly
What they were doin'
They kicked her until they cracked her
Ribs and she stopped movin'
Blood leakin' through the cloth
She cried silently
And then they all proceeded
To rape her violently
Billy was made to go first
But each of them took a turn
Rippin' her up and chokin' her
Until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God
But they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lyin'
Bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new 22
They told him that she was a
Witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her
He was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute
She was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put
The gun right to her head
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Right before he pulled the trigger
And ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with
The platinum and ice
And he felt strong standin' along
With his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head and
Pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him
Start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was starin' into the
Eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried
'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully than when
They were rapin' her
His whole world stopped
He couldn't even contemplate
His corruption had successfully
Changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom
Used to come home late
Workin' hard for nothin'
Because now what was he worth?
He turned away from the woman that
Had once given him birth
And cryin' out to the sky
'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the Devil responded
'cause God wasn't there
And right then he knew what it
Was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof
And died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place
But I doubt it
After that, they killed his mother
And never spoke about it and listen
'cause the story that I'm tellin' is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs
And I raped his mom too
And now the Devil follows me
Everywhere that I go in fact
I'm sure he's standin' among one
Of you at my shows and every street cypher
Listenin' to little thugs flow
He could be standin' right next to you
And you wouldn't know
The Devil grows inside the hearts
Of the selfish and wicked white, brown
Yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny
When you're inflicted
And you'll be one of God's children
That fell from the top
There's no diversity because we're burnin'
In the melting pot
So when the Devil wants to dance with you
You better say never
Because a dance with the Devil
Might last you forever
Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over
Huh? Well, it’s not
You didn’t count on a
Fallen angel gettin' back
Into the grace of God and comin' after you
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
Your producers ain’t shit
Your fuckin' A & R ain’t shit
I’ll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo deal
Yo, Diabolic
Take this motherfucker’s head off!
Go ‘head and grip Glocks
I’ll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You’ll have to lip lock with
Hypodermic needles to lick shots
I’ll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can’t freestyle you’re screwed off the top
Like bottle caps beneath the surface
I’m overheatin' your receiving circuit's
By unleashin' deeper verses than
Priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush takin' bullets
For the secret service
Beyond what y'all fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap 'em
Show no compassion
Like havin' a straight-faced orgasm
Tour jack 'em
Have his half-a-10 bitch suck
My friend’s dick in the meantime
You can french kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic: a one man brigade
Spreadin' cancer plague
Fist-fuckin’ a pussy’s face
Holdin' a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin', faggot
You’re less than nothin'
I just had to get that stress
Off my chest like breast reduction
You motherfuckers are nothin'
You cannot harm me
I’ll resurrect every aborted baby
And start an army
Storm the planet, huntin' you down
'cause I’m on a mission
To split your body into
A billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique’ll destroy your religion
You stupid bitch
You’re faker than blue-eyed crackers
Nailed to a crucifix i’m 'bout to blow up
Like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I’m like time it'self: I’m
Gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you
Fuck usin’ a chrome piece
I’m Illmatic, you won’t make it home
Like Jerome’s niece
I’ll sever your head diagonally for
Thinkin' of dissin' me
And then use your dead body to
Write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy brain-washed
Your psychology so you’re nothin'
Like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of
More faggots than Greek mythology
Usin' numerology to count the people
I sent to Heaven
Produces more digit's than 22
Divided by seven
You’re like Kevin Spacey: your
Style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you
Not a motherfuckin' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain that
Appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you’re too basic
You’re never gonna make it
Like children walkin' through Antarctica
Butt naked