''Dance with DEVIL''

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HELLRiDER_88

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[Verse 1]
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 every year she was
sober
Her sons 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 build 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 at 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
breed 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
[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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,
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 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 oaked 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 had broken
her jaw
The 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
A broken jaw mumbled for
guards 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 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
[Sample from "Survival of
the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn
back
I'm falling and I can't turn
back
[Verse 4]
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 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
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 colored is not
restricted
You have a self destructive
destiny when your
inflicted
And you'll be one of gods
children and 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 the dance with
the devil might last you
forever​
 
chat with me

love the poem----DarkPleasures----please pm me lets chat----randy
 
Yet another video. Perhaps Immortal Technique is interested in what PF&D denizens think about his lyrics?

Or perhaps some underaged fanboy wants to fantasize about being a hip hop star. I hope he next imagines himself mid-career Pound. That might be more fun.
 
It was hip-hop that made me realize I was getting old. It also made me realise there are no songs (if hip-hop lyrics are songs) better than the old ones.

Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row.

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row.

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row.

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
"Get outa here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row.

At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.

They be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting
"Which side are you on ?"
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row.

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke ?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row.
 
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I'm No.1 thanx m8

In any and all "normal" scaling charts, "1" is always the lowest and a "5" (or "10" if the chart goes that high) is always the best. *shrugs*

If you think a score of a "1" is awesome, then I change my vote. lol
 
Now that Desolation Row by Dylan is a song and a poem. They dont write it like that no more... :)
 
You've got to hear that song. Dont tell me you haven't heard it... :)

No I haven't but I'm a different generation from you, not that that is any excuse. but I might have been more inclined to read it if it hadn't been printed out like uncooked spaghetti :)
 
No I haven't but I'm a different generation from you, :)

I seriously doubt it. "Desolation Row" was first recorded and released in 1965 and received rave reviews. I must have heard it almost 5 years later. Its from the album Highway 61 revisited. Unless you are a 20-something, I doubt we are from different generations.... :)
 
I seriously doubt it. "Desolation Row" was first recorded and released in 1965 and received rave reviews. I must have heard it almost 5 years later. Its from the album Highway 61 revisited. Unless you are a 20-something, I doubt we are from different generations.... :)

Sorry I wasn't listening to that sort of music when I was a child in England
 
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