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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

Pizza, Math Homework and The Empire Strikes Back

Summary: It’s just another Friday night with your best friend

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Rating: PG-13 ( mild language, kissing)

Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

Another school week had come to an end, and you were on your way to Peter’s place as per usual. You two had been best friends since grade school and grew even closer during freshman year. Although you’d never admit it, you found yourself crushing on him pretty hard. His laugh gave you butterflies and his smile could light up a room. But your friendship simply meant too much, so you stifled your feelings as best you could. A honk snapped you out of your thoughts. Ambling across the city’s intersections in your baggy work uniform and backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, your body and mind were tired from your busy day to day life. However, your mood lightened as you neared your best friend’s apartment. Climbing the stairs in the complex, you felt your worries melt away. As you arrived, you didn’t even get the chance to knock as the door swung open, and a smiling Aunt May stood on the other side. The familiar scent of hazelnuts and vanilla flooded your lungs and you smiled at the upbeat music that spilled from the cozy loft. 

“ Y/N! It’s so good to see you, darlin! How’ve you been?” She sung as she pulled you into her arms.

“ It’s been a long week, for sure, but nothing a hug from you can’t fix.” You chimed, relaxing in her embrace.

Both of you laughed happily as you broke away from each other. Holding you at arms length, she cheerfully said, “ Peter’s in his room! I ordered a large pepperoni that should be here soon, and picked up a few movies for you guys to chose from.”

“ You’re the best, Aunt May! Thank you!” You called over your shoulder as you padded to Peter’s door.

Just as you raised your hand towards the knob, the door opened and Peter leaned against the door frame, a giddy smile plastered on his face.

“ What’s the password?”

He inquired, quirking an eyebrow mischievously at you. Your heart skipped a beat. Rolling your eyes, you replied in false exasperation, a smile spreading on your face nonetheless “ I’m one with the force, the force is with me.” 

“ That is correct!” Peter chuckled as he stepped back, gesturing for you to enter. Shaking your head and smirking, you plopped down on his bed, tossing your book-bag into the corner. You sighed, covering your flushed face with your hands. You felt the bed sink in beside you.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

Peter asked, cocking his head to the side to peer at you, concern swirling in his auburn eyes. You peeked at him through your fingers and quickly shook your head, flopping backwards.

“ Aw, come on. Is someone a little angry from work?” He teased, starting to tickle your sides. You couldn’t help but smile as you playfully batted his hands away, sitting up and facing him.

“ It’s just been a long week, Pete. I’m okay, I promise.” He smiled softly at you, pushing some stray hair behind your ear. Blush rose to your cheeks, and your darted your gaze away from him.

“ Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” He asked, that sweet grin still playing on his lips. You thought for a second, then nodded. “ You can let me borrow some PJs because I forgot mine!” Your request made him laugh, and he quickly sprung off the bed and started to rummage through his closet.

You took the opportunity to dig your calculus homework out of your backpack and start solving the equations, kicking off your shoes in the process. Tying your hair up in a messy ponytail, you had hardly noticed that Peter had stopped searching in his closet. 

“ Is this okay?” He asked timidly, holding up a pair of grey joggers and a graphic tee shirt with a depiction of The Empire Strikes Back on it. You smiled up at him, nodding. “ That’s awesome! Thanks Peter.” He strolled over to you and handed you the clothing. ‘” I’m gonna go see if Aunt May needs anything, you can change in here if you like!” He piped before leaving his bedroom and quietly closing the door. As you slipped on his clothes, you felt the butterflies stir inside your chest. The fabric smelled of Peter, and you couldn’t help but smile. 

A few hours and a whole pizza later, you and Peter were in the middle of a pretty intense round of truth or dare. So far, he had yelled the lyrics to ‘My Heart Will Go On’ to the nearby traffic, done a back flip off of his bed and attempted to read a passage of Shakespeare backwards. You had taken truth for the most part, so your pride was still in tact.

“ Okay, truth or dare, Y/N?”

Peter asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you, causing you to giggle. 

“ I’ll have to go with dare!”

He gasped in exaggerated shock. You punched him lightly in the arm. He stuck his tongue out at you in return. 

“ I dare you to tell me who your crush is!”

Peter said, still smiling. Little did he know that your blood had gone cold. Your eyes widened and a blush crept from your chest to your cheeks. 

“ Y-you would make fun of me if I did…”

Your hesitated, still trying to keep your composure. He only rolled his eyes and nudged you playfully. 

“ C’mon, Y/N. It’s just me! You know you can tell me anything. And I probably would be fine with whoever it is… as long as it’s not Flash. That kid is just a douche.”

Peter smiled at you, and you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. 

“ Peter, please… I-I can’t tell you.”

Your voice was shaking, and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep yourself together. 

“ Y/N? Are you okay?”

He scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you to his chest. Hot tears began to roll down your flushed cheeks and you bit your lip to keep it from quivering.

“ Hey… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Peter lifted your chin and wiped away your tears. Remorse laid heavily on his face as his eyes searched yours for an answer to your sudden breakdown. You closed your eyes for a moment and made up your mind. In one swift motion, you leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away, you tried to read his face. His eyes fluttered open and he beamed at you. 

“ Y/N, I had no idea you felt the same! Holy shit! I wish I had told you earlier but Ned said that I shoul-” You cut him off with another kiss and this time, he cupped your face in his hands and deepened it. 

Sunlight bathed Peter’s bedroom as morning rolled around. You rolled on your side, facing the space next to the bed where he had slept, only to find that he wasn’t there. Sitting up, you almost called out to him but before you could, Peter arrived at his door frame with a coffee mug in each hand. He smiled gingerly at you before padding over and handing you a mug. 

“ It’s your favorite.”

His voice was soft with sleep but his eyes shone as brightly as the sun. You grinned, patting the place beside you on his bed. He nuzzled the crook of your neck and you place a light kiss on his forehead.

“ I have a question. Well, two, actually.” You whispered, gazing happily at Peter. He nodded while taking a sip of his coffee, indicating for you to continue. 

“ The more important one first; are we an item now? Like, do I have to start calling you ‘babe’ or somethin?” He chuckled at this, still keeping his voice low. 

“ You can call me whatever you like. And yeah, I’d say that we are.”

The two of you shared a sweet smile, and you laced your fingers with his. 

“ Second question; can I keep this shirt? It’s kinda grown on me.”

Peter laughed before giving you a small but loving kiss. 

“ Anything that’s mine is yours, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

what are some of your favorite numbers from musicals?

OH MAN. I’m going to try and break it down by musical, so I’m not so overwhelming. Otherwise we could be here forever. I’m also only going to do musicals that I’ve seen in the theater. Here we go:

  • Les Misérables: “On My Own.” I’ve spent my entire life singing this song, I’ve known the lyrics by heart since I was six. While I have all the musical memorized, I’ve never been able to shake the long standing effect of this song. I grew up wanting to be Éponine, not Cosette (read into that what you will). There are other, bigger numbers, like “One Day More,” “I Dreamed a Dream,” or personal favorite “In My Life,” but I can’t drop the raw emotion of this number.
  • Wicked: “Defying Gravity.” This one is for the physical number, more than the song. Gay anthem “For Good” makes me cry, “As Long as You’re Mine” is probably the sexiest song ever put on broadway, I can sing “Dancing Through Life” for fucking ever, and honestly “The Wizard and I” is the one I’ve listened to the most (I sing it loudly in my car a lot. That song has BUILD). I even have some serious feelings about “Thank Goodness.” But in the theater, and I’ve seen Wicked maybe five times now, it knocks you out every single time. It’s the best of Chenoweth and Menzel. And when they lift her in the air…you can’t beat it. This is THE intermission break.
  • Spring Awakening: “Touch Me.” Man, this is a hard choice. One of my favorite musicals because all of the songs sparkle, and some especially stand out for the blocking on stage. I personally love “My Junk,” “The Bitch of Living,” “The Guilty Ones,” and “Don’t Do Sadness” so fucking much, and that’s just the start. But this one has such a tenderness, and a build, that’s unmatched in musical numbers. The whole song is about orgasming, and it simulates that as well as music can. You can’t really get better. 
  • Rent: “La Vie Boheme.” Can I choose every single song? I only picked this one because I learned all of the lyrics when I was 14 and was so incredibly proud of myself. It’s also so fun and specific to this musical when played out in the theater. But I love all of these songs. Second fav is “Take Me or Leave Me.” Surprise favorite is “Goodbye Love” which I will belt like it’s my jam. 
  • Hamilton: “Satisfied.” Now this one wasn’t difficult. It was the song I fell in love with when I first listened to the album; it’s the number I first cried to when I saw the musical in New York. I can connect to every single song in this musical, but nothing starts to match the choreography and ingenuity of the Helpless/Satisfied number. I was amazed when I listened to the song, and even more so when I saw it in person. Renée is a national treasure.
  • Next to Normal: “Why Stay/A Promise.” There are so many songs I prefer, like “Superboy and the Invisible Girl,” “I Miss the Mountains,” “Everything Else,” and especially the refrain in “Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling.” But this song, on stage, fucking slays. It brings back so many riffs from the beginning and focuses in on these four people and the parallel between them, reminding you of the point, of what the musical is about. The harmonies are on point and the lyrics manage to accomplish a matching dissonance. Amazing. 
  • Anything Goes: “Anything Goes.” I have such a good time watching this musical, but this song honestly has the best hook and it’s incredible to watch. In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but now god knows, ANYTHING GOES.
  • Phantom of the Opera: “All I Ask of You.” It’s the only song in the entire musical I can listen to and not get caught up in the abusive implications. I also grew up on this musical, and I think these lyrics may have been my first words. Probably my total favorite song is “Think of Me,” but I’d honestly jam to all of them. 
  • In the Heights: “Breathe.” There are some real bangers in this musical, like “96,000″ and “When You’re Home,” but this is the one that stuck with me the longest. That BUILD, the PAUSES…one of the best individual ballads ever to appear on Broadway. Lin never let us down
  • Throughly Modern Millie: “Only in New York.” I love all of these songs, and there are certainly more exciting ones. But this one is a ballad if I’ve ever seen one. I sing it all the time in the shower. 
  • Mamma Mia: “Does Your Mother Know.” Who doesn’t love ABBA, but my favorite number to watch is this one. My favorite song is probably “Lay All Your Love on Me,” or “The Winner Takes it All,” but this one is so much fun, and every time I see the musical the interpretation is different. 
  • Fun Home: “Ring of Keys.” This number manages to capture the feeling of the graphic novel in a way that none of the other songs do. A kid sings it, and it fucking rocks. 
  • West Side Story: “America.” Obviously. If you have a different fav, you’re wrong.
  • Sweeney Todd: “Johanna.” In a lot of ways, I hate Sondheim’s musicals. But this song burrows its way into my brain and never lets go
  • The King and I: “Shall We Dance?” This is clearly the best number, especially because the last time I saw this musical the set kept moving while they danced, and she was in that GIANT DRESS, it was so impressive. But my favorite song is “Something Wonderful.” 
  • Cabaret: “Maybe This Time.” We can all agree. I do a great 20′s style version of this song when I’m drunk.
  • Once: “Falling Slowly.” The only reason to watch this musical. 
  • Legally Blonde: “Chip on My Shoulder.” I truly love so many riffs and individual lines in this musical (the break down in “Serious” which I once sang with a boy who was in love with me go figure, “girls like you always get to see Ireland,” the either side of the door harmony in “Legally Blonde” that fucks with my already dark childhood Luke Wilson complex. But this number is so much fun, and even through the mansplaining, the hook is great. 
  • Shrek the Musical: “I Know It’s Today.” This musical never needed to happen, but this is such a great and overlooked number. The harmony and switch off between the three Fionas is so well orchestrated. Plus that refrain…..it’ll get stuck in your head for a month. 

Honestly I’ve seen a lot more musicals, but I didn’t want to pick a specific song from them.