Lyrics The Devil Made Me Do It - Paris

The Devil Made Me Do It - Paris
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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…

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Artist lyrics: Paris