a real thug

Dance With The Devil
Immortal Technique
Dance With The Devil

warning: this song is pretty graphic

to fully understand the story of the song

read the lyrics below while you listen

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her son’s heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation ‘cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don’t project my insecurities on other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test him before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
“This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw.”
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, “Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!”
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw
Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness for what she’d gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

I’m falling and I can’t turn back
I’m falling and I can’t turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn’t there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen 'cause the story that I’m telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny when you’re inflicted
And you’ll be one of god’s children that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because a dance with the devil might last you forever

anonymous asked:

Do you people in the antifa think it is justified to punch people due to them having different opinions? Personally I'm from Norway and have only seen you act on social media, and you seem more like thugs than freedom fighters, would love an answer, thanks <3

Oh look!  A message from a totally-normal person who’s probably not in any way a fucking nazi and is just concerned about the rights of racist extremists to organize freely without consequences!  

(above: artist’s illustration of Anon)

OK, Anon Civil Libertarian Absolutist Who Is In No Way Some Kind Of Neo-Nazi Pile Of Rotting Feces, let’s get into it:

1) Advocating for the enslavement and/or genocide of people based on bullshit, long-discredited, racist nonsense isn’t an opinion - it’s a dangerous, indefensible belief.  

2) Promoting race hatred is how genocides start.  

3) Confronting, opposing, and shutting down the efforts of racist fuckwads to recruit, organize, and advocate for the harassment, segregation, and mass murder of people based on skin colour, immigration status, religious belief, language, ethnicity, geographic origin, etc. = defending one’s self, one’s friends, and one’s community from those seeking to do real harm.  

As a RASH skin once told us, “when you advocate for the enslavement and extermination of the majority of humanity, you’ve forfeited your right to a polite and civil conversation.”  

Anti-fascism is self-defence.
 

Here, let Yvette break it down for you.

4) Who are the real thugs, Anon?  By our count, the bigoted scum whose “freedom” you’re ever-so-concerned about have murdered eight people so far this year.  

Somehow we’re certain you’ve done sweet fuck all to criticize or voice any opposition to them, yet you’re real quick to condemn people willing to put themselves in harm’s way to stand up to filth like that.

Fuck you.



 

6

I was waiting until the book published to share these. I was given an advanced reader copy for the book Bless This Mother-effing Home: Sweet Stitches for Snarky Bitches by Katie Kutthroat. The patterns are delightful, if not necessarily ones I hadn’t seen done in some cases, and I couldn’t resist stitching a few of my own. These were my co-worker’s Christmas presents! It took a couple of weeks to stitch and frame them all, but I’m very pleased with the results.

Diabolik Lovees fandom vs real

Fandom Reiji: salty mom, pigeon ,cries to sleep due to his siblings, sO LIGHT EM UP UP UP on FIREEEEE.🔥🔥🔥

real reiji: neRD .

Fandom Shuu: perverted shoe. LaZY LifE 🎻🎻🎻🎼🎼🎶🎶🎼

Real shuu: morns over childhood friend, scared of betrayel ,mozart fanboy.🎻 💤💤💤💤

Fandom ayato: idiot , boastful dork ,loves basketball and female …uh that.

Real ayato: actually thinks, superiority complex, arrogant but caring. Loves female ….uh that.

Fandom laito: pervert.

Real laito: pervert.

Fandom kanato: bipolar kid, love of life teddy, hate on everyone, raw salt, house of wax. DoLLs.

Real ka- who am i kidding he is that way.

Fandom subaru: tsunbunny, nice, cinnamon roll, a car and a bunny, anger managment problem anD WALL- CHAN. 🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🌻🌻🌸🌸

Real subaru: heavy meTAL BROKE MY *FLIPS WALLS*
HEART.  ⚡⚡⚡

Fandom ruki: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit. Christian grey.

Real ruki: nERD. Mom friend. Old man soul. Soup. I will make you proud father.📖👔🎓.

Fandom kou: two faced mean neko loving idol boy. Tinkerbell.

Real kou: regina george. 💄💄

Fandom yuma: Farmer. Dork.🍅🍅🍅

Real yuma: cannibal.

Fandom azusa: sweet sunshine child. Masochist knife loving child. Cinnamon roll. Teddy killer thug life🔪🔪🔪🔫🔫🔫💣💣💣

Real azusa: you have heard of sunshine child now get ready for

MOONLIGHT ADULT.✂✂✂

Fandom Kino: drugs 24/7. Game loving trash. Kill dem vamps yea. Dat boi. 👽👽👽

Real Kino: ?????👤👤????⁉⁉⁉

Fandom shin: Notice me carla -senpai !!! whO LET THE DOGS OUT WOOF WOOF.

Real shin: i will defeat my brother *looks up at the sky and wipes a tear*

Fandom carla:$enpai didnt notice🔚🚫⚠⚠ ❎❎🚫❌❌💢💢. No really shin sTOp.

Real carla:

inside *i hope shin ate his breakfast* * ooHh is that a 19th century painting*👀👀👌👌👍.

Outside *puts shin in prison* that is what you get for breaking my antique.

Fandom yui: what.

Real yui: wat.


Just for fun 👌👌

Tupac and I had many discussions. During those discussions we began to clarify what struggle is and what is the stress of struggle. We would argue. Tupac and I had beefs. When he tattooed ‘Thug Life,’ I asked him, ‘What is this ‘Thug Life’? I said, ‘What is that about–snatching someone’s pocketbook?’ We argued about it. He said, ‘Hell no, it ain’t about snatching a pocketbook!’ I told him to define it, to do some research and to make it his own definition. -Mutulu Shakur

Mutulu Shakur, a member of the New Afrikan Independence Movement, was Tupac’s stepfather. Though he was incarcerated for most of Tupac’s life, he was still able to share advice, wisdom, and life lessons. Mutulu was instrumental in assisting Tupac substantiate the Thug Life movement in the early 1990’s. Thug Life became an honor code and celebration of the street soldiers Tupac worked hard to represent. But of all of Mutulu’s contributions to Tupac’s life, the most important was his last name.

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