Dance With the Devil
By Armageddon (2011)
On album The Journal Volume 1: Rebirth (Deluxe Edition) (2011), The Journal Vol I: Rebirth (2011)
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Shoot him again!
Why?
Hes still dancing! Ha ha ha
You wanna dance with the devil nigga?
Who wanna dance? we could throw the hands make the music stop
We could pop and lock till my man's let the buddha pop
Hit a running man, make his cabbage patch do the wop
Silva Mac 10, make him backspin, (planet rock?)
Aerosol flow, spray it till y'all know em
Like spit from beat street defacin what y'all wrote
Amazin the way I crush MCs like hard Coke
Stop 'em out! Give 'em the beat like Tony (?)
This is me saying, I blow heat out the throat
When I leak that pyro speech niggas is toast
And I'm deep like Hip Hop Police (on each coast?)
The X is back, rest in peace to BO
But yesterday is gone, so fuck stressin the hard lesson
Let's get it on with the strong defence like Artests
The loves gone and my hearts restless
I'm goin' hard like the first terror squads Armageddon
But you can dance with the devil if you like
But if you gon dance, know you dancin' for your life
Now run and tell ya man Armageddons gon get him
Dancin' with the devil they gon die to rhythm
Die to the rhythm, motherfucker gon bleed
Try to tangle with me, Ima kill him to the beat
The same thing go for anybody ridin' with em
Die to the rhythm!
(?) body frame (?)
Choreograph yo murda, call it art with a burna
(?) horror rap (?)
To dance you to sleep then autograph your sheet with my urine
Geddys pain be the purest, no man can endure it
I'm sick in the head, no amount of meds could cure it
Its code red when I'm on the mic, clear the building
I spit flames, the fire might engulf the ceiling
Leave 'em coughin, feelin' nauseous with the chills
So of course this makes me officially ill
Kill 'em flawless, geddys graceful with the steel
So take caution or die faceless when I peal
Now you neva gon dance again like G. Michael
Cause you ain't got no rhythm and the streets don't like you
Leave a rapper on the dance floor dyin' and shakin'
That's what happens when you dance with Satan
Bring in the chorus
(?) with the devil when the pale moon light
Hold hands with the devil tryin' to plead for your life
I got a pitch fork, a shovel, and a possessed flow
And I'm pissed off beyond any level you'll know
So you don't wanna know me, the rap Aleister Crowley
Sacrificin whack rappers, black magic ceremony
This is what it be. I put the glizzy to your cheek
And blow the back out yo bony skull cap on beat
Why?
Hes still dancing! Ha ha ha
You wanna dance with the devil nigga?
Who wanna dance? we could throw the hands make the music stop
We could pop and lock till my man's let the buddha pop
Hit a running man, make his cabbage patch do the wop
Silva Mac 10, make him backspin, (planet rock?)
Aerosol flow, spray it till y'all know em
Like spit from beat street defacin what y'all wrote
Amazin the way I crush MCs like hard Coke
Stop 'em out! Give 'em the beat like Tony (?)
This is me saying, I blow heat out the throat
When I leak that pyro speech niggas is toast
And I'm deep like Hip Hop Police (on each coast?)
The X is back, rest in peace to BO
But yesterday is gone, so fuck stressin the hard lesson
Let's get it on with the strong defence like Artests
The loves gone and my hearts restless
I'm goin' hard like the first terror squads Armageddon
But you can dance with the devil if you like
But if you gon dance, know you dancin' for your life
Now run and tell ya man Armageddons gon get him
Dancin' with the devil they gon die to rhythm
Die to the rhythm, motherfucker gon bleed
Try to tangle with me, Ima kill him to the beat
The same thing go for anybody ridin' with em
Die to the rhythm!
(?) body frame (?)
Choreograph yo murda, call it art with a burna
(?) horror rap (?)
To dance you to sleep then autograph your sheet with my urine
Geddys pain be the purest, no man can endure it
I'm sick in the head, no amount of meds could cure it
Its code red when I'm on the mic, clear the building
I spit flames, the fire might engulf the ceiling
Leave 'em coughin, feelin' nauseous with the chills
So of course this makes me officially ill
Kill 'em flawless, geddys graceful with the steel
So take caution or die faceless when I peal
Now you neva gon dance again like G. Michael
Cause you ain't got no rhythm and the streets don't like you
Leave a rapper on the dance floor dyin' and shakin'
That's what happens when you dance with Satan
Bring in the chorus
(?) with the devil when the pale moon light
Hold hands with the devil tryin' to plead for your life
I got a pitch fork, a shovel, and a possessed flow
And I'm pissed off beyond any level you'll know
So you don't wanna know me, the rap Aleister Crowley
Sacrificin whack rappers, black magic ceremony
This is what it be. I put the glizzy to your cheek
And blow the back out yo bony skull cap on beat
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