When The Devil Wants To Dance With You You Better Say Never Lyrics

When The Devil Wants To Dance With You You Better Say Never Lyrics By Immortal Technique. The title of the song is Dance With The Devil. So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never Because a dance with the devil might last you forever.

When The Devil Wants To Dance With You You Better Say Never Lyrics

I once knew a ni^^a whose real name was WilliamHis primary concern, was making a millionBeing the illest hustler, that the world ever seenHe used to fu^k movie stars and sniff coke in his dreamsA corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteenni^^a never had a father and his mom was a fiendShe put the pipe down, but for every year she was soberHer son’s heart simultaneously grew colderHe started hanging out, selling bags in the projectsChecking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospectsHe was fascinated by material objectsBut he understood money never bought respectHe built a reputation ’cause he could hustle and stealBut got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squealSo criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was realYou see, me and ni^^a s like this have never been equalI don’t project my insecurities on other peopleHe fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needlesSo he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evilA feeble-minded young man with infinite potentialThe product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mentalCoincidentally dropped out of school to sell weedDancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleedBut he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequencesYou probably only did a month for minor offencesAsk a ni^^a doing life if he had another chanceBut then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advanceDance forever with the devil on a cold cell blockBut that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rockDevils used to be gods angels that fell from the topThere’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing ni^^a s, anything he could doTo get his respect back, in the eyes of his crewStarting fights over little sh^t, up on the blockStepped up to selling mo^^ers and brothers the crack rockWorking overtime for making money for the crack spotHit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocainefulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brainTired of the block ni^^a s treating him the sameHe wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugsBut when he tried to step to ’em, ni^^a s showed him no loveThey told him any mo^^er fu^k ing coward can sell drugsAny bit^h ni^^a with a gun can bust slugsAny ni^^a with a red shirt can front like a bloodEven Puffy smoked a mo^^er fu^k er up in a clubBut only a real thug can stab someone till they dieStanding in front of them, staring straight into their eyesBilly realized that these men were well-guardedAnd they wanted to test him before business startedSuggested raping a bit^h to prove he was cold-heartedSo now he had a choice between going back to his lifeOr making money with made men, up in the cifeHis dreams about cars and ice made him agreeA hardcore ni^^a is all he ever wanted to beAnd so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

They drove around the projects slow while it was rainingSmoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainmentUntil they saw a woman on the street walking aloneThree in the morning, coming back from work, on her way homeAnd so they quietly got out the car and followed herWalking through the projects, the darkness swallowed herThey 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 hairAnd dragged her into a lobby that had nobody thereShe struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairsThey got to the roof and then held her down on the groundScreaming, “Shut the fu^k up and stop moving around!”The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawedSo Billy stomped on the bit^h, ’til he broken her jawThem dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doingThey kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped movingBlood leaking through the cloth, she cried silentlyAnd then they all proceeded to rape her violentlyBilly was made to go first, but each of them took a turnRipping her up, and choking her until her throat burnedHer broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concernedWhen they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruisedOne of them ni^^a s pulled out a brand new twenty-twoThey told him that she was a witness for what she’d gone throughAnd if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crewHe thought about it for a minute, she was practically deadAnd so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

[Sample from “Survival of the Fittest” by Mobb Deep]I’m falling and I can’t turn backI’m falling and I can’t turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her lifeHe thought about the cocaine with the platinum and iceAnd he felt strong standing along with his new brothersCocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt coverBut what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter‘Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mo^^erShe looked back at him and cried, ’cause he had forsaken herShe cried more painfully, than when they were raping herHis whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplateHis corruption had successfully changed his fateAnd he remembered how his mom used to come home lateWorking hard for nothing, ’cause now what was he worthHe turned away from the woman that had once given him birthAnd crying out to the sky ’cause he was lonely and scaredBut only the devil responded, ’cause god wasn’t thereAnd right then he knew what it was to be empty and coldAnd so he jumped off the roof and died with no soulThey say death takes you to a better place but I doubt itAfter that they killed his mo^^er, and never spoke about itAnd listen ’cause the story that I’m telling is true‘Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom tooAnd now the devil follows me everywhere that I goIn fact, I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my showsAnd every street cypher listening to little thugs flowHe could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t knowThe devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wickedWhite, brown, yellow and black color is not restrictedYou have a self-destructive destiny when you’re inflictedAnd you’ll be one of god’s children that fell from the topThere’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting potSo when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say neverBecause a dance with the devil might last you forever

Oh y’all mo^^er fu^k ers 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 ni^^a s ain’t sh^tYour producers ain’t sh^t. Your fu^k in’ A & R ain’t sh^t.I’ll fu^k in’ wipe my a^^ with your demo deal.Yo, Diabolic, take this mo^^er fu^k er’s head off!

Go ‘head and grip GlocksI’ll snap your trigger finger in six spotsYou’ll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shotsI’ll watch you topple flatPut away your rings and holla backCan’t freestyle, you’re screwed off the top like bottle capsBeneath the surfaceI’m overheatin’ your receiver circuits by unleashin’ deeper verses than priests speak in churchesWhat you preach is worthlessYour worship defeat the purposeLike President Bush takin’ bullets for the secret service

Beyond what y’all fathomI sh^t on cats and jaw tap ’emShow no compas^ion like havin’ a straight-faced o^^^^mTour jack ’emHave his half-a-ten bit^h s^^k my friend’s di^kIn the mean time, you can french kiss this clenched fistDiabolicA one-man brigade spreading cancer plagueFist- fu^k in’ a pu^^y’s faceHoldin’ a hand grenadeSo if I catch you bluffin’F^^^^^t, you’re less than nothin’I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction

You mo^^er fu^k ers are nothing, you cannot harm meI’ll resurrect every aborted baby and start an armyStorm the planet huntin’ you down, ’cause I’m on a missionTo split your body into a billion one-celled o^^^^ismsImmortal Technique’ll destroy your religion, you stupid bit^hYou’re faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifixI’m ’bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chipsArsenic language transmitted revolutionarilyI’m like time itself, I’m gonna kill you inevitablyChemically bomb you, fu^k usin’ a chrome pieceI’m illmatic, you won’t make it home like Jerome’s nieceI’ll sever your head diagonally for thinkin’ of dissin’ meAnd then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphyThis puppet democracy brain-washed your psychologySo you’re nothing, like diversity without equalityAnd your crew is full of more f^^^ots than Greek mythologyUsin’ numerology to count the people I sent to HeavenProduces more digits than 22 divided by 7You’re like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspectYou never killed a cop, you not a mo^^er fu^k in’ thug yetYour mind is empty and spaciousLike the part of the brain that appreciates culture in a racistFace it, you’re too basicYou’re never gonna make itLike children walking through Antarctica, bu%t na^^d

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