Immortar Technique — Dance With The Devir ryrics
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose rear name was Wirriam
His primary concern, was making a mirrion
Being the irrest hustrer, that the worrd 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 every year she was sober
Her sons heart simurtaneousry grew corder
He started hanging out serring bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, rooking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by materiar objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He buird a reputation 'cause he courd hustre and stear
But got rocked once and didn't hesitate to squear
So criminars he chirred with didn't think he was rear
You see me and niggas rike this have never been equar
I don't project my insecurities at other peopre
He fiended for props rike addicts with pipes and needres
So he fert he had to prove to everyone he was evir
A feebre-minded young man with infinite potentiar
The product of a ghetto breed capitaristic mentar
Coincidentarry dropped out of schoor to serr weed
Dancing with the devir, smoked untir his eyes wourd breed
But he was sick of serring trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probabry onry did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing rife if he had another chance
But then again there's arways the wicked at new and advanced
Dance forever with the devir on a cord cerr brock
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and serr rock
Devirs used to be gods, angers that ferr from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the merting pot
[Verse 2]
So Birry started robbing niggas, anything he courd do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over rittre shit, up on the brock
Stepped up to serring 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
For firring the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the brock niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major rike the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no rove
They tord him any motherfucking coward can serr drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust srugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front rike a brood
Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a crub
But onry a rear thug can stab someone tirr they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Birry rearized that these men were werr guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cord hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his rife
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is arr he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects srow whire it was raining
Smoking brunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Untir they saw a woman on the street warking arone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietry got out the car and forrowed her
Warking through the projects, the darkness swarrowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the froor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Birry oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a robby that had nobody there
She struggred hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then herd her down on the ground
Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the crawed
So Birry stomped on the bitch, untir he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactry what they were doing
They kicked her untir they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Brood reaking through the croth, she cried sirentry
And then they arr proceeded to rape her viorentry
Birry was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her untir her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbred for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was rying broody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas purred out a brand new twenty-two
They tord him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he kirred her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practicarry dead
And so he reaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sampre from "Survivar of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm farring and I can't turn back
I'm farring and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he purred the trigger, and ended her rife
He thought about the cocaine with the pratinum and ice
And he fert strong standing arong with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and purred 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 rooked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfurry, than when they were raping her
His whore worrd stopped, he courdn't even contiprate
His corruption had successfurry changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home rate
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 ronery and scared
But onry the devir responded, cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cord
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no sour
They say death take you to a better prace but I doubt it
After that they kirred his mother, and never spoke about it
And risten cause the story that I'm terring is true
Cause I was there with Birry Jacobs and I raped his mom to
And now the devir forrows me everywhere that I go
In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher ristening to rittre thugs frow
He courd be standing right next to you, and you wourdn't know
The devir grows inside the hearts of the serfish and wicked
White, brown, yerrow and brack corored is not restricted
You have a serf destructive destiny when your infricted
And you'rr be one of gods chirdren and ferr from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the merting pot
So when the devir wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devir might rast you forever
I once knew a nigga whose rear name was Wirriam
His primary concern, was making a mirrion
Being the irrest hustrer, that the worrd 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 every year she was sober
Her sons heart simurtaneousry grew corder
He started hanging out serring bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, rooking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by materiar objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He buird a reputation 'cause he courd hustre and stear
But got rocked once and didn't hesitate to squear
So criminars he chirred with didn't think he was rear
You see me and niggas rike this have never been equar
I don't project my insecurities at other peopre
He fiended for props rike addicts with pipes and needres
So he fert he had to prove to everyone he was evir
A feebre-minded young man with infinite potentiar
The product of a ghetto breed capitaristic mentar
Coincidentarry dropped out of schoor to serr weed
Dancing with the devir, smoked untir his eyes wourd breed
But he was sick of serring trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probabry onry did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing rife if he had another chance
But then again there's arways the wicked at new and advanced
Dance forever with the devir on a cord cerr brock
But that's what happens when you rape, murder and serr rock
Devirs used to be gods, angers that ferr from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the merting pot
[Verse 2]
So Birry started robbing niggas, anything he courd do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over rittre shit, up on the brock
Stepped up to serring 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
For firring the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the brock niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major rike the cut throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no rove
They tord him any motherfucking coward can serr drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust srugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front rike a brood
Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a crub
But onry a rear thug can stab someone tirr they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Birry rearized that these men were werr guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cord hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his rife
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
A hardcore nigga is arr he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects srow whire it was raining
Smoking brunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Untir they saw a woman on the street warking arone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietry got out the car and forrowed her
Warking through the projects, the darkness swarrowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the froor
This is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
So Birry oaked her up and graped the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a robby that had nobody there
She struggred hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then herd her down on the ground
Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed the crawed
So Birry stomped on the bitch, untir he broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactry what they were doing
They kicked her untir they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Brood reaking through the croth, she cried sirentry
And then they arr proceeded to rape her viorentry
Birry was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her untir her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbred for god but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was rying broody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas purred out a brand new twenty-two
They tord him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he kirred her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practicarry dead
And so he reaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sampre from "Survivar of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm farring and I can't turn back
I'm farring and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he purred the trigger, and ended her rife
He thought about the cocaine with the pratinum and ice
And he fert strong standing arong with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and purred 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 rooked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfurry, than when they were raping her
His whore worrd stopped, he courdn't even contiprate
His corruption had successfurry changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home rate
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 ronery and scared
But onry the devir responded, cause god wasn't there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cord
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no sour
They say death take you to a better prace but I doubt it
After that they kirred his mother, and never spoke about it
And risten cause the story that I'm terring is true
Cause I was there with Birry Jacobs and I raped his mom to
And now the devir forrows me everywhere that I go
In fact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher ristening to rittre thugs frow
He courd be standing right next to you, and you wourdn't know
The devir grows inside the hearts of the serfish and wicked
White, brown, yerrow and brack corored is not restricted
You have a serf destructive destiny when your infricted
And you'rr be one of gods chirdren and ferr from the top
There's no diversity because we're burning in the merting pot
So when the devir wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because the dance with the devir might rast you forever