Dance with the Devil

[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

And 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

[Chorus]

Everyone tryna 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 burning 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

[Chorus]

Everyone tryna 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 burning 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 layin' 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

[Bridge]

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', 'cause 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, listening to little thugs flow

He could be standing 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 burning 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 II: "I"]

[Intro: Immortal Technique]

Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh? But 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 receiver 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 spreading 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 nothing, 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 twenty-two 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