Black&White Rap's video: Immortal Technique - Dance with the Devil 2nd Part Ft Diabolic

Year 2001 off of "Revolutionary Vol. 1" Lyrics [Intro: Immortal Technique] Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh? Well, it’s not, you didn’t count on a fallen angel gettin' back Into the grace of God and comin' 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! [Verse 1: Diabolic] 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 receiving 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 Tour 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 spreadin' 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 [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] You motherfuckers are nothin', 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 brain-washed your psychology So you’re nothin', like diversity without equality And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology Usin' 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 motherfuckin' 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