The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
[Intro]
Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh
Well its not, you didn't count on a fallen angel
getting back into the grace of God and coming after you
Ya'll niggaz ain't shit
Your producers ain't shit
Your fucking A & R ain't shit
I'll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal
Yo Diabolic, take this mother fucker's head off
[Diabolic]
Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
Faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
[Immortal Technique]
You motherfuckers are nothing
You cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet hunting you down
Cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique'll destroy your religion you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm about to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever diagonally for thinking of dissing me
And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy brainwashed your psychology
So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology
Using numerology to count the people I sent to heaven
Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7
You like Kevin Spacey, his style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop? You' not a motherfuckin' thug yet!
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in the racist
Face it, you're too basic
You're never gonna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, butt naked
Oh, you mother fuckers thought it was over, huh
Well its not, you didn't count on a fallen angel
getting back into the grace of God and coming after you
Ya'll niggaz ain't shit
Your producers ain't shit
Your fucking A & R ain't shit
I'll fucking wipe my ass with your demo deal
Yo Diabolic, take this mother fucker's head off
[Diabolic]
Go ahead and grip glocks
I'll snap your trigger finger in six spots
You'll have to lip lock with hypodermic needles to lick shots
I'll watch you topple flat
Put away your rings and holla back
Can't freestyle, you're screwed off the top like bottle caps
Beneath the surface, I'm over heating your receiving circuits
By unleashing deeper verses than priests speak in churches
What you preach is worthless
Your worship defeat the purpose
Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service
Beyond what ya'll fathom
I shit on cats and jaw tap ‘em
Show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm
Tour jack ‘em, have his half a ten bitch suck my friend's dick
In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist
Diabolic, a one man brigade spreading cancer plague
This fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade
So if I catch you bluffin'
Faggot, you're less than nothing
I just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction
[Immortal Technique]
You motherfuckers are nothing
You cannot harm me
I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army
Storm the planet hunting you down
Cause I'm on a mission
To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms
Immortal Technique'll destroy your religion you stupid bitch
You're faker than blue-eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix
I'm about to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips
Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily
I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably
Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece
I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Jerome's niece
I'll sever diagonally for thinking of dissing me
And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy
This puppet democracy brainwashed your psychology
So you're nothing like diversity without equality
And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology
Using numerology to count the people I sent to heaven
Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7
You like Kevin Spacey, his style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop? You' not a motherfuckin' thug yet!
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in the racist
Face it, you're too basic
You're never gonna make it
Like children walking through Antarctica, butt naked
Lyrics submitted by lostsince1985
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damn diabolic and tech are like musical preachers i realized like 5 years ago when i first started listening to them that people whol listen to mainstream are blind to the truth
"Using numerology to count the people I sent to heaven Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7"
Jesus, technique is fucking amazing
although i think he could have ended Dance with the Devil without this at the end to let the impact and the creativity of the song hit you...and added this to a different song
still, immortal technique is AMAZING
Jedi Mind Tricks is a rap group, not a song. This is just an extra track on the end of Dance with the devil. Awsome song tho. In Diabolics lyrics, its "Fist fucking a pussy's face, holding a hand grenade". I love that line.
this is a sick song i like the beat, i like how some artists can use meaningful music in the background of ther songs amazing lyrics but i dont understand y black ppl can call us crackers:P:P but w/e
Black people can call us crackers because they didn't enslave our entire race for 400 years
This hidden track might have some of the sickest lines in all of technique's music. The reference to Pi is amazing, as the line "Your group is full of more faggots than Greek mythology"
This hidden track might have some of the sickest lines in all of technique's music. The reference to Pi is amazing, as the line "Your group is full of more faggots than Greek mythology"
yea, the reference to pi makes me smirk every time, so clever. this whole piece is phenomenal.
my other favorite parts are "you can french kiss this clenched fist" and "i just had to get that stress off my chest like breast reduction" and also "show no compassion like having a straight faced orgasm"
ahhhh i just love it
"And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology"
Immortal Technique isn't as credible or revolutionary as everyone makes him seem.
Read between the lines you dipshit.
My boyfriend and I laughed hysterically at the "I'll resurrect every aborted baby and start an army" line.
As did I lol
"I'm like time itself, I'm gonna kill you inevitably" -Are you fuckin serious??! tech, your fuckin ill