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Versuri Immortal Technique - Dance with the devil (corect)

trimise de Lobi_Laur_97Lobi_Laur_97.

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 f***k 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 these 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,
Coincidentially 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 God's angel that fell from the top,
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot.

So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do,
To get his respect back in the eyes of his crew,
Starting fights over little s***, 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 c*****,
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 motherf***king 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 motherf***ker up in the club.
But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they die,
Standing in front of them, starring 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 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 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 God's angel that fell from the top,
There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot.

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 on the roof and then held her down on the ground, screaming
"Shut the f***k up and stop moving around! "
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed.
So Billy stomped on the bitch 'til he'd 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 'em niggas pulled out a brand new twenty two.
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 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 c*****e 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 starring 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 succesfully 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 cried 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 of 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 when 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.






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