Dance With the Devil

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 Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed But he was sick of selling 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 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 angels that fell from the top There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So, Billy started robbin' 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 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 cutthroats 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 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 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 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 angels 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 Smokin' blunts, drinkin' and jokin' for entertainment Until they saw a woman on the street, walkin' alone Three in the morning, coming 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 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 until he'd broken her jaw Them 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 meant 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 lying bloody, broken, and bruised One of them niggas pulled out a brand new .22 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 fallin' and I can't turn back I'm fallin' 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 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 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? But it's not You didn't count on a fallen angel getting back into the grace of God and coming 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! 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 Toe 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 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 brainwashed your psychology So you're nothing, like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology Using 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 motherfucking 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