Immortal Technique "Dance With The Devil" lyrics

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Dance With The Devil

[Verse 1]I once knew a nigga whose real name was WilliamHis primary concern, was making a millionBeing the illest hustler, that the world ever seenHe used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreamsA corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteenNigga never had a father and his mom was a fiendShe put the pipe down, but for every year she was soberHer son's heart simultaneously grew colderHe started hanging out, selling bags in the projectsChecking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospectsHe was fascinated by material objectsBut he understood money never bought respectHe built a reputation 'cause he could hustle and stealBut got locked once and didn't hesitate to squealSo criminals he chilled with didn't think he was realYou see, me and niggas like this have never been equalI don't project my insecurities on other peopleHe fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needlesSo he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evilA feeble-minded young man with infinite potentialThe product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mentalCoincidentally dropped out of school to sell weedDancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleedBut he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

[Hook]Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequencesYou probably only did a month for minor offencesAsk a nigga doing life if he had another chanceBut then again there's always the wicked that knew in advanceDance forever with the devil on a cold cell blockBut that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rockDevils used to be gods angels that fell from the topThere's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot

[Verse 2]So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could doTo get his respect back, in the eyes of his crewStarting fights over little shit, up on the blockStepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rockWorking overtime for making money for the crack spotHit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocainefulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brainTired of the block niggas treating him the sameHe wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugsBut when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no loveThey told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugsAny bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugsAny nigga with a red shirt can front like a bloodEven Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a clubBut only a real thug can stab someone till they dieStanding in front of them, staring straight into their eyesBilly realized that these men were well-guardedAnd they wanted to test him before business startedSuggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-heartedSo now he had a choice between going back to his lifeOr making money with made men, up in the cifeHis dreams about cars and ice made him agreeA hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to beAnd so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

[Verse 3]They drove around the projects slow while it was rainingSmoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainmentUntil they saw a woman on the street walking aloneThree in the morning, coming back from work, on her way homeAnd so they quietly got out the car and followed herWalking through the projects, the darkness swallowed herThey 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 hairAnd dragged her into a lobby that had nobody thereShe struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairsThey got to the roof and then held her down on the groundScreaming, "Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!"The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawedSo Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jawThem dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doingThey kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped movingBlood leaking through the cloth, she cried silentlyAnd then they all proceeded to rape her violentlyBilly was made to go first, but each of them took a turnRipping her up, and choking her until her throat burnedHer broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concernedWhen they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruisedOne of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-twoThey told him that she was a witness for what she'd gone throughAnd if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crewHe thought about it for a minute, she was practically deadAnd so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

I'm falling and I can't turn backI'm falling and I can't turn back

[Verse 4]Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her lifeHe thought about the cocaine with the platinum and iceAnd he felt strong standing along with his new brothersCocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt coverBut what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own motherShe looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken herShe cried more painfully, than when they were raping herHis whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplateHis corruption had successfully changed his fateAnd he remembered how his mom used to come home lateWorking hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worthHe turned away from the woman that had once given him birthAnd crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scaredBut only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn't thereAnd right then he knew what it was to be empty and coldAnd so he jumped off the roof and died with no soulThey say death takes you to a better place but I doubt itAfter that they killed his mother, and never spoke about itAnd listen 'cause the story that I'm telling is true'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom tooAnd now the devil follows me everywhere that I goIn fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my showsAnd every street cypher listening to little thugs flowHe could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't knowThe devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wickedWhite, brown, yellow and black color is not restrictedYou have a self-destructive destiny when you're inflictedAnd you'll be one of god's children that fell from the topThere's no diversity because we're burning in the melting potSo when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say neverBecause a dance with the devil might last you forever

HIDDEN TRACK: "DIABOLICAL"

[Intro: Immortal Technique]Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh?Well, it’s not, you didn’t count on a fallen angel gettin' backInto the grace of God and comin' after youY’all niggas ain’t shit, your producers ain’t shitYour fuckin' A & R ain’t shitI’ll fuckin' wipe my ass with your demo dealYo, Diabolic, take this motherfucker’s head off!

[Verse: Diabolic]Go ‘head and grip GlocksI’ll snap your trigger finger in six spotsYou’ll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shotsI’ll watch you topple flatPut away your rings and holla backCan’t freestyle; you’re screwed off the top, like bottle capsBeneath the surfaceI’m overheatin’ your receiving circuitsBy unleashin' deeper verses than priests speak in churchesWhat you preach is worthlessYour worship defeat the purposeLike President Bush takin' bullets for the secret serviceBeyond what y'all fathom, I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘emShow no compassion, like havin’ a straight-faced orgasmTour jack ‘em, have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friend’s dickIn the mean time, you can french kiss this clenched fistDiabolic: a one-man brigade spreadin' cancer plagueFist-fuckin’ a pussy’s face, holdin' a hand grenadeSo if I catch you bluffin', faggot, you’re less than nothin'I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

[Verse: Immortal Technique]You motherfuckers are nothin', you cannot harm meI’ll resurrect every aborted baby and start an armyStorm the planet, huntin' you down, ‘cause I’m on a missionTo split your body into a billion one-celled organismsImmortal Technique’ll destroy your religion, you stupid bitchYou’re faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifixI’m 'bout to blow up, like NASA Challenger computer chipsArsenic language transmitted revolutionarilyI’m like time itself: I’m gonna kill you inevitablyChemically bomb you, fuck usin’ a chrome pieceI’m illmatic, you won’t make it home, like Jerome’s nieceI’ll sever your head diagonally for thinkin' of dissin' meAnd then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphyThis puppet democracy brain-washed your psychologySo you’re nothin', like diversity without equalityAnd your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythologyUsin' numerology to count the people I sent to HeavenProduces more digits than 22 divided by 7You’re like Kevin Spacey: your style is usually suspectYou never killed a cop, you not a motherfuckin' thug yetYour mind is empty and spaciousLike the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racistFace it, you’re too basic, you’re never gonna make itLike children walkin' through Antarctica, butt-naked

Ples sa đavolom

[Vers 1]Znao sam jednom crnju, pravo ime mu je bilo VilijamOsnovni cilj mu je bio da napravi milion,bude najjači krimos koga je svet ikada videojebo je filmske zvezde i mrkao kokain u snovima.Iskvareni mladi um, već sa trinaest godina.Crnja nikada nije imao oca, majka mu je bila zavisnik.Skinula se, ali za svaku godinu koju je bila čista njen sin je postajao sve hladniji.Počeo je da visi i prodaje travu u getu.Jurio je mlade ribe, tražio mogućnost za kres šemu.Bio je fasciniran materijalnim objektima.Ali znao je da novac ne kupuje poštovanje.Stvorio je reputaciju jer je mogao da vara i kradeali je drukao prvi puta kad su ga priveliTako da su ga kriminalci sa kojima je visio smatrali mlakimVidite, ja nikada nisam bio kao ovaj crnja.Ja ne projektujem svoje slabosti na druge ljude.Žudio je za podrškom kao narkomani za pajpovima i iglama.Osećao je da mora da dokaže svima da je zao.Slaboumi mladić sa beskonačnim potencijalom.Produkt kapitalizma nastalog u getuNapustio školu da diluje travuIgra sa đavolom, vari dok mu ne zakrvave oči.Ali bilo mu je dosta dilovanje trave i predao se potpuno pohlepi.

[Refren]Svi pokušavaju da budu prevaranti i ne suoče se sa posledicama. Možda si samo ležao mesec zbog sitnih prekršaja. Pitaj crnju koji leži doživotnu da li je imao drugu šansu. Ali opet tu je zlikovac koji je znao u napred.Pleši zauvek sa đavolom na hladnom podu ćelije.To je ono što se desi kad siluješ, ubiješ i valjaš krek.Đavoli su bili Božiji anđeli koji su pali sa vrha.Nema razlike među nama, svi gorimo u kotlu za topljenje.

[Vers 2]Bili je počeo da pljačka crnje, sve što je mogao da radikako bi ponovo stekao poštovanje u očima svoje ekipezapočinjao tuče oko sitnih sranja u krajuPočeo da diluje krek majkama i braći.Radio je prekovremeno da zaradi pare za krek jazbinu.Zaboo je džek pot i hteo da pređe na kokainda ispuni Skarfejs fantaziju o kojoj sanja.Umoran od crnja iz bloka koji ga tretiraju loše.Hteo je da bude glavni kao koljači i bitange.Ali kada bi im prišao crnje mu ne bi uzvratile ljubav.Rekli su mu da je jebena kukavica koja prodaje droguSvaki crnja sa pištoljem može da može da opali metakSvaki crnja sa crvenimn košuljum može da se pravi da je Blad (čuvena banda). Čak je i Pafi roknuo lika u klubu.Ali samo pravi krimos može da izbode nekoga sve dok ne umre, da stoji ispred njega i gleda ga u oči.Bili je shvatio da ovi momci imaju leđa.I da su hteli da ga testiraju pre nego biznis počne.Predložili su mu da siluje kučku da dokaže da je hladnokrvan.Imao je izbor da se vrati svom životu ili pravi keš sa poštovanim likovima krišom. Snovi o automobilima i metu naterali su ga da pristane. Hardkor crnja je sve što je oduvek želeo da bude, zato su se našli u petak veče u petnaest do tri.

[Vers 3]Vozili su polako po getu dok je kiša padalavarili su, pili i zezali sedok nisu videli ženu koja sama hoda ulicomtri ujutro, vraća se sa posla, ide kući.Izašli su tiho iz auta i pratili je.Dok je hodala kroz geto pojeo ju je mrak.obmotali su joj majcu oko glave i oborili je na pod.To je to klinju ovo ti je šansa da budeš pravi.Bili ju je povukao za kosu. Odveo u prazan hodnik.Opirala se ali su je naterali da ode uz stepenice.Otišli su na krov i držali je na zemlji.Drali se "UMUKNI I PREKINI DA SE POMERAŠ"Majca joj je prekrivala lice ali je vrištala i grebalaZato je Bili šutnuo kučku i polomio joj vilicuSkotovi su znali tačno šta radeŠutirali su je dok joj nisu polomili rebra i dok nije prestala da se miče.Krv je tekla kroz odeću, plakala je tihoOnda su je svi divljački silovaliBili je bio prvi, svako je obrnuo krugKidajući je i daveći je dok joj grlo nije goreloNjena slomljena vilica je dozivala Boga, ali njih o nije zanimaloKada su završili, a ona ostala da leži krvava, slomljena i ranjena.Jedan od crnji je izvadio nov novcijat pištolj.Rekli su mu da je bila svedok zbog svega što je prošla.I da ako je ubija ima zagarantovano mesto u ekipi.Razmislio je minut, bila je praktično mrtva, nagnuo se i prislonio joj pištolj na čelo.

Padam i sada nema nazadPadam i sada nema nazad

[Vers 4]Pre nego je povukao obaraš i okončao joj životMislio je na kokain i pareOsetio se moćno stojivši pored svoje nove braćeStavio joj je cev na čelo i sklonio majicu sa njenog lica...Ali ono što je video nateralo ga je da se grči i mucajer je gledao u oči svoje majkePogledala ga je nazad i počela da plače jer ju je napustioPlakala je bolnije dok ju je silovaoCeo svet mu je se zaustavio, nije mogao da misliNjegova iskvarenost mu je promenila sudbinuSetio se kako je njegova majka dolazila noću kasnoradeći za ništa, jer sada ne vredi ništaOkrenuo se od žene koja ga je rodilaVrištao ka nebu jer je sam i uplašenali samo je đavo odgovorio, jer nije bilo Boga tamoI sada je znao šta znači biti prazan i hladanSkočio je sa krova i umro bez dušeKažu da te smrz vodi na bolje mesto, ali sumnjam.nakon toga su mu ubili majku i nikada više nisu pričali o tomeI slušaj dobro jer priča koju ti pričam je istiitaJer sam i ja bio te noći sa Bilijem Džejkobsom i silovao njegovu majku.Sada me đavo prati svuda gde idem.Zapravo siguran sam da stoji među vama na mojim koncertima, i na svakom uličnom betlu oslušluje flou mladih krimosa. Možda sada stoji pored tebe, a da to i ne znaš.Đavo raste u srcima sebičnih i zlih. Beli, brao, žuti ili crni, ne bira boje. Imaš auto-destruktivnu sudbinu kada si primoran.I bićeš i ti jedan od Božije dece koji je pao sa vrhaNe postoji razlika jer svi gorimo u kotlu za topljenje.I ako đavo želi da igra sa tobom, bolje reci NIKADJer ples sa đavolom može da potraje zauvek.

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