Devil Music

The way that momma raised us was pure faith So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us Or lay us down to sleep Know the wolf from the sheep Or the sheep who cried wolf And threw the deadly hoof While the wolf was asleep I keep my mind a ghost Follow my heart the most Don't play fools too close Sleep with my eyes at post So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life The knife sits by throats of the young And blows death straight through the lungs As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts And the niggas by the nuts Ear, tongue and butts Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up But, shit, you know what's up We gotta get with the movement And move men soon They consume every womb who bares Beneath the stairs of their doom Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin Slowly broke into the kitchen To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran As I ran up and down the TV stations I witnessed Indian Joe Getting tricked out of this nation By a silly hillbilly Who laughed as the shit happened Everything's the same The game continued into rappin Deception is at an all-time high You give a piece of your soul To receive some crumbs from the pie But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn Even though it is my soul that I do not even own Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own I was po', black and broke Beyond a shadow of a doubt Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out Speakin about the time before I got signed I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line My big brother used to say I was an asshole Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle Of high school, why fool Wit' foolish rules and guidelines Fuck the cap and tassels Said forget the trade and tried rhymes Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2 Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U I grab the MIC one-time Check it, 1-2, we in Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians Takin shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil