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Dance with the Devil Lyrics – Immortal Technique

    Dance with the Devil is a popular song by Immortal Technique from the 2001 album Revolutionary Vol. 1. Check words to Immortal Technique Dance with the Devil Lyrics in English below.

    Dance with the Devil Lyrics – Immortal Technique 

    [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 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

    [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
    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
    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


    Writer(s): Immortal Technique

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