Immortal Technique Dance With The Devil Lyrics

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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 conocí a un negro cuyo verdadero nombre era William

Su principal preocupación era hacer un millón

Ser el estafador más enfermo que el mundo haya visto

Solía ​​follar estrellas de cine y oler coca en sus sueños

Una mente joven corrupta a la edad de 13 años

Nigga nunca tuvo un padre y su madre era un demonio

Ella bajó la pipa, pero por cada año estuvo sobria

El corazón de su hijo simultáneamente se enfrió

Comenzó a pasar el rato, vendiendo bolsas en los proyectos

Comprobando a las chicas jóvenes, buscando prospectos de atropello y fuga

Estaba fascinado por los objetos materiales.

Pero entendió que el dinero nunca compró el respeto

Se construyó una reputación, porque podía apresurarse y robar

Pero me encerraron una vez y no dudé en chillar

Así que los criminales con los que se relajó no pensaron que fuera real

Verás, yo y niggas como este nunca hemos sido iguales

No proyecto mis inseguridades en otras personas

Buscó accesorios como adictos con pipas y agujas

Entonces sintió que tenía que demostrarles a todos que era malvado.

Un joven de mente débil con un potencial infinito

El producto de una mentalidad capitalista criada en el gueto.

Casualmente abandonó la escuela para vender marihuana

Bailando con el diablo, fumando hasta que sus ojos sangraran

Pero estaba harto de vender árboles y cedió a su codicia

[Gancho]

Todos los que intentan ser triviales nunca enfrentan las consecuencias

Probablemente solo hizo un mes por delitos menores

Pregúntale a un negro que hace la vida si tiene otra oportunidad

Pero, de nuevo, siempre están los malvados que sabían de antemano

Baila para siempre con el diablo en un bloque de celdas frío

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

Los demonios solían ser los ángeles de Dios que caían de la cima.

No hay diversidad porque estamos ardiendo en el crisol


[Verso 2]

Entonces Billy comenzó a robar niggas, cualquier cosa que pudiera hacer

Para recuperar su respeto en los ojos de su tripulación

Comenzando peleas por pequeñas 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

Ganó el premio gordo y quería pasar a la cocaína

Cumpliendo la fantasía de Scarface atrapada en su cerebro

Cansado de que los negros del bloque lo traten igual

Quería ser mayor como los degollados y los matones

Pero cuando trató 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 fumó a un hijo de puta en el club

Pero solo un verdadero matón puede apuñalar a alguien hasta que muera

De pie frente a ellos, mirándolos directamente a los ojos

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

Y querían ponerlo a prueba antes de que comenzara el negocio.

Sugirió rapar a una perra para demostrar que tenía un corazón frío

Así que ahora tenía la opción de volver a su vida

O haciendo dinero con hombres inventados en el cifrado

Sus sueños sobre autos y hielo lo hicieron estar de acuerdo

Un negro incondicional es todo lo que siempre quiso ser

Y así se reunió 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

Pregúntale a un negro que hace la vida si tiene otra oportunidad

Pero, de nuevo, siempre están los malvados que sabían de antemano

Baila para siempre con el diablo en un bloque de celdas frío

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

Los demonios solían ser los ángeles de Dios que caían desde lo alto

No hay diversidad porque estamos ardiendo en el crisol


[Verso 3]

Condujeron alrededor de los proyectos lentamente mientras llovía

Fumando blunts, bebiendo y bromeando para entretener

Hasta que vieron a una mujer en la calle caminando sola

Tres de la mañana, regresando del trabajo, camino a casa

Y así salieron silenciosamente del auto y la siguieron.

Caminando a través de los proyectos, la oscuridad se la tragó

Envolvieron su camisa alrededor de su cabeza

Y la tiró al suelo

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

Así que Billy la levantó y agarró a la chica por el pelo

Y la arrastró a un vestíbulo que no tenía a nadie allí

Luchó duro, pero la obligaron a subir las escaleras.

Llegaron al techo y luego la mantuvieron en el suelo

Gritando, "¡Cállate la boca y deja de moverte!"

La camisa cubría su rostro, pero ella gritó y arañó

Así que Billy pisoteó a la perra hasta que le rompió la mandíbula

Los sucios bastardos sabían exactamente lo que estaban haciendo

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

Sangre goteando a través de la tela, ella lloró en silencio

Y luego todos procedieron a violarla violentamente

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

Desgarrándola y ahogándola hasta que le quemó la garganta

Su mandíbula rota murmuró por Dios, pero no estaban preocupados.

Cuando terminaron y ella estaba mintiendo

Ensangrentado, roto y magullado

Uno de ellos niggas sacó una nueva .22

Le dijeron que ella era testigo de lo que había pasado

Y si la mataba, se le garantizaba un lugar en la tripulación.

Lo pensó por un minuto, ella estaba prácticamente muerta.

Y entonces se inclinó y le apuntó con el arma.

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