IMMORTAL TECHNIQUE DANCE WITH THE DEVIL LYRICS

Immortal Technique Dance With The Devil Lyrics

Immortal Technique Dance With The Devil Lyrics

[Part I: Dance with the Devil]


[Verse 1]

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 in 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

[Hook]

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


[Verse 2]

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

[Hook]

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


[Verse 3]

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

[Sample]

I'm fallin' and I can't turn back

I'm fallin' and I can't turn back


[Verse 4]

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


[Part TII "I"]


[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' 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!


[Verse 1: Diabolic]

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 circuits

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


[Verse 2: Immortal Technique]

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 itself: 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 digits 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

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[Spanish Version]

[Parte I: Baila con el diablo]


[Verso 1]

Una vez conoc铆 a un negro cuyo verdadero nombre era William

Su principal preocupaci贸n era hacer un mill贸n

Ser el estafador m谩s enfermo que el mundo haya visto

Sol铆a ​​follar estrellas de cine y oler coca en sus sue帽os

Una mente joven corrupta a la edad de 13 a帽os

Nigga nunca tuvo un padre y su madre era un demonio

Ella baj贸 la pipa, pero por cada a帽o estuvo sobria

El coraz贸n de su hijo simult谩neamente se enfri贸

Comenz贸 a pasar el rato, vendiendo bolsas en los proyectos

Comprobando a las chicas j贸venes, buscando prospectos de atropello y fuga

Estaba fascinado por los objetos materiales.

Pero entendi贸 que el dinero nunca compr贸 el respeto

Se construy贸 una reputaci贸n, porque pod铆a apresurarse y robar

Pero me encerraron una vez y no dud茅 en chillar

As铆 que los criminales con los que se relaj贸 no pensaron que fuera real

Ver谩s, yo y niggas como este nunca hemos sido iguales

No proyecto mis inseguridades en otras personas

Busc贸 accesorios como adictos con pipas y agujas

Entonces sinti贸 que ten铆a que demostrarles a todos que era malvado.

Un joven de mente d茅bil con un potencial infinito

El producto de una mentalidad capitalista criada en el gueto.

Casualmente abandon贸 la escuela para vender marihuana

Bailando con el diablo, fumando hasta que sus ojos sangraran

Pero estaba harto de vender 谩rboles y cedi贸 a su codicia

[Gancho]

Todos los que intentan ser triviales nunca enfrentan las consecuencias

Probablemente solo hizo un mes por delitos menores

Preg煤ntale a un negro que hace la vida si tiene otra oportunidad

Pero, de nuevo, siempre est谩n los malvados que sab铆an de antemano

Baila para siempre con el diablo en un bloque de celdas fr铆o

Pero eso es lo que pasa cuando violas, asesinas y vendes rock

Los demonios sol铆an ser los 谩ngeles de Dios que ca铆an de la cima.

No hay diversidad porque estamos ardiendo en el crisol


[Verso 2]

Entonces Billy comenz贸 a robar niggas, cualquier cosa que pudiera hacer

Para recuperar su respeto en los ojos de su tripulaci贸n

Comenzando peleas por peque帽as cosas en el bloque

Dio un paso adelante para vender a madres y hermanos el crack rock

Trabajando horas extras para ganar dinero para el lugar de la grieta

Gan贸 el premio gordo y quer铆a pasar a la coca铆na

Cumpliendo la fantas铆a de Scarface atrapada en su cerebro

Cansado de que los negros del bloque lo traten igual

Quer铆a ser mayor como los degollados y los matones

Pero cuando trat贸 de dar un paso hacia ellos, los negros no le mostraron amor

Le dijeron que cualquier maldito cobarde puede vender drogas

Cualquier perra negra con una pistola puede reventar babosas

Cualquier nigga con una camisa roja puede enfrentarse como un Blood

Incluso Puffy se fum贸 a un hijo de puta en el club

Pero solo un verdadero mat贸n puede apu帽alar a alguien hasta que muera

De pie frente a ellos, mir谩ndolos directamente a los ojos

Billy se dio cuenta de que estos hombres estaban bien protegidos.

Y quer铆an ponerlo a prueba antes de que comenzara el negocio.

Sugiri贸 rapar a una perra para demostrar que ten铆a un coraz贸n fr铆o

As铆 que ahora ten铆a la opci贸n de volver a su vida

O haciendo dinero con hombres inventados en el cifrado

Sus sue帽os sobre autos y hielo lo hicieron estar de acuerdo

Un negro incondicional es todo lo que siempre quiso ser

Y as铆 se reuni贸 con ellos el viernes por la noche a las tres menos cuarto

[Gancho]

Todos los que intentan ser triviales nunca enfrentan las consecuencias

Probablemente solo hizo un mes por delitos menores

Preg煤ntale a un negro que hace la vida si tiene otra oportunidad

Pero, de nuevo, siempre est谩n los malvados que sab铆an de antemano

Baila para siempre con el diablo en un bloque de celdas fr铆o

Pero eso es lo que pasa cuando violas, asesinas y vendes piedra

Los demonios sol铆an ser los 谩ngeles de Dios que ca铆an desde lo alto

No hay diversidad porque estamos ardiendo en el crisol


[Verso 3]

Condujeron alrededor de los proyectos lentamente mientras llov铆a

Fumando blunts, bebiendo y bromeando para entretener

Hasta que vieron a una mujer en la calle caminando sola

Tres de la ma帽ana, regresando del trabajo, camino a casa

Y as铆 salieron silenciosamente del auto y la siguieron.

Caminando a trav茅s de los proyectos, la oscuridad se la trag贸

Envolvieron su camisa alrededor de su cabeza

Y la tir贸 al suelo

"Esto es, chico, ahora tienes la oportunidad de ser crudo"

As铆 que Billy la levant贸 y agarr贸 a la chica por el pelo

Y la arrastr贸 a un vest铆bulo que no ten铆a a nadie all铆

Luch贸 duro, pero la obligaron a subir las escaleras.

Llegaron al techo y luego la mantuvieron en el suelo

Gritando, "¡C谩llate la boca y deja de moverte!"

La camisa cubr铆a su rostro, pero ella grit贸 y ara帽贸

As铆 que Billy pisote贸 a la perra hasta que le rompi贸 la mand铆bula

Los sucios bastardos sab铆an exactamente lo que estaban haciendo

La patearon hasta que le partieron las costillas y ella dej贸 de moverse

Sangre goteando a trav茅s de la tela, ella llor贸 en silencio

Y luego todos procedieron a violarla violentamente

Billy fue hecho para ir primero, pero cada uno de ellos tom贸 un turno.

Desgarr谩ndola y ahog谩ndola hasta que le quem贸 la garganta

Su mand铆bula rota murmur贸 por Dios, pero no estaban preocupados.

Cuando terminaron y ella estaba mintiendo

Ensangrentado, roto y magullado

Uno de ellos niggas sac贸 una nueva .22

Le dijeron que ella era testigo de lo que hab铆a pasado

Y si la mataba, se le garantizaba un lugar en la tripulaci贸n.

Lo pens贸 por un minuto, ella estaba pr谩cticamente muerta.

Y entonces se inclin贸 y le apunt贸 con el arma.

CreditsName
Writers: Diabolic & Immortal Technique
Artists: Immortal Technique
Producers: 44 Caliber
Released: September 14, 2001
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