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Devil Music
7,575
Hip-Hop/Rap
Devil Music was released on November 14, 1995 by The Bicycle Music Company as a part of the album Labcabincalifornia
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Release DateNovember 14, 1995
LabelThe Bicycle Music Company
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pharcyde
The Pharcyde
Performer
Mwalk
Mwalk
Scratches
Bootie Brown
Bootie Brown
Vocals
Fatlip
Fatlip
Vocals
Slimkid3
Slimkid3
Vocals
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Emandu Wilcox
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter
Derrick Stewart
Derrick Stewart
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Romye Robinson
Romye Robinson
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Latham
Tim Latham
Recording Engineer
Rick Clifford
Rick Clifford
Recording Engineer
James Mansfield
James Mansfield
Recording Engineer
Bryan Davis
Bryan Davis
Recording Engineer
Gary Wallis
Gary Wallis
Recording Engineer
Anthony Walker
Anthony Walker
Recording Engineer
Paul Arnold
Paul Arnold
Mixing Engineer
Fatlip
Fatlip
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, check it out, one-two
Check it out, check it out
One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
Yeah, check it out
[Instrumental]
Yes, I am
(My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation)
(My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation)
Are you ready?
Hah, yeah (Yes, I am)
[Verse 1]
The way that mama raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep, know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf and threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep, I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most, don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So diablo won't be hostin' the game of life
The knife sits by the throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the **** by the nuts, ear, tongue, and butts
Yeah, they're tryin' to fuck us up, but, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movements and move men soon
They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of they doom
Before they let a new soul bloom
Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Instrumental]
Early Saturday mornin', I was cartoon gazin'
Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of Raisin Bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his nation
By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened
Everything the same, the game continued into rappin'
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own (What? What?)
You know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own 'cause
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Verse 2]
I was poor (Poor), Black, broke, beyond a shadow of a doubt (Doubt)
Ass-out, wide open, waitin' for my shit to come on out
Speakin' about the time before I got signed
I was coolin' behind Coolio in the county line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool with foolish rules and guidelines?
Fuck the cap and tassels, said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my **** LA Jay back at SCU
I grabbed the mic one time, check it, one-two, we in
Freakin' major flavors for my fellow Nubians
Takin' shit to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Outro]
Yeah, I wanna give a shout out to my man Self Jupiter, you know what I'm sayin'?
Locked up and shit
Yeah, what's up, ****?
Yo, yo, yo, this is Imani, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's 1995 and everything is alright
I'ma say peace to my man Kalani and let him rest in peace, pieces (Yes, indeed, yes, indeed, yes, indeed)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like this (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes (Yes, indeed)
And it goes like this (Check it out)
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Romye Robinson, Russell Jones, Trevant Hardson
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