Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Devil Made Me Do It, artist - Paris. Album song The Devil Made Me Do It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk
Song language: English
The Devil Made Me Do It |
This is a warning, another cut to move on Another beat that’s so strong |
Hold on and I get wicked in this song |
Stirr up shit as the wit gets wisdom |
P-Dog comin’up, I’m staying low |
Pro-black and it ain’t no joke |
Comin’straight from the mod that broke shit last time |
Now I’m back with a brand new sick rhyme |
So black check time and tempo |
Revolution ain’t never been simple |
Following the path from Allah for know just |
Build your brain and we’ll soon make progress |
Paid your dues, don’t snooze or lose |
That came with the masterplan that got you |
So know who’s opposed to the dominant dark skin |
Food for thought as a law for the brother man |
P-Dog with a gift from heaven |
Tempo 116.7 |
Keeps you locked in time with the program |
When I get wild I pile on dope jams |
They spit on your flag and government |
Cause help the black was a concept never meant |
Nigger please, foodstamps and free cheese |
Can’t be the cure for a sick disease |
Just the way the devil had planned it Rape then pillage everyone on the planet |
Then give 'em fake gods at odds with Allah |
Love thy enemy and all that hooplah |
Hear close to the words I wrote |
Crack, cocaine are genocide on black folks |
Cool when I write mine, never coulda missed this |
Damn right when you think seditious |
And I move swiftly, you can’t get with me The triple six moved quick but missed me When I came off involved in conscience |
So don’t ask why next time I start this |
Now let’s get wild, allow me to freestyle |
I build and fill your mind up with know-how |
Common sense, a defense to next time |
A pig tried to step to this, listen |
Never let someone work on ya They don’t belong 'till they set you from |
Ya can’t be intrigued by the leads a pig lead |
Unless you don’t give a fuck to be free |
Keep stompin’on, keep stompin' |
Attitude but I ain’t from Compton |
I can’t be fucked around or muffed around |
I can’t be held down, check the sound |
And keep in tuned on point on target |
The revolution won’t be thwarted |
A set back, cause my man it’s plain to see |
Lost in a white surpremacy |
So let the rhythm roll on while I kick this |
Brothers gonna work it out, with a quickness |
And now you know just why a panther went crazy |
The devil made me… |