dance with the devil

Lyrics

, i once knew a nigga whose real name was william, his primary concern, was making a million, being 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 thirteen, 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 hanging out, selling bags in the projects, checking the young chicks, looking 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, dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed, but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed, everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences, you probably only did a month for minor offences, ask a nigga doing 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 gods angels that fell from the top, there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot, so billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do, to get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew, starting fights over little shit, up on the block, stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock, working overtime for making money for the crack spot, hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine, fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain, tired of the block niggas treating 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 motherfucking 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 a club, but only a real thug can stab someone till they die, standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes, billy realized that these men were well-guarded, and they wanted to test him before business started, suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted, so now he had a choice between going back to his life, or making money with made men, up in the cife, 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, they drove around the projects slow while it was raining, smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment, until they saw a woman on the street walking alone, three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home, and so they quietly got out the car and followed her, walking 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, screaming, "shut the fuck up and stop moving around!", the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed, so billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw, them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing, they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving, blood leaking 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, ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned, her broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned, when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised, one of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two, they told him that she was a witness for 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 falling and i can't turn back, i'm falling and i can't turn back, right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life, he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice, and he felt strong standing 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 staring 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 raping 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, working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth, he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth, and crying 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 telling 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 standing 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, oh y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh? well it's not. you didn't count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of god and coming after you. ya'll 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!, 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-ten bitch suck my friend's dick, in the mean time, you can french kiss this clenched fist, diabolic, a one-man brigade spreading cancer plague, this 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, 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 nothing, 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 7, 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 and erases, face it, you're too basic, you're never gonna make it, like children walking through antarctica, butt naked