Neste episódio do LetraCast Flavio Amancio analisa as entrelinhas  da violentissima Dancing with the Devil (Dancando com o Diabo) do rapper Immortal Technique. Entenda como um jovem ganancioso, o mundo do crime, as drogas, a vida loka e o diabo serviram de inspiracao para uma das composicoes mais assustadoras e brutais da história da música. 

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A LETRA

Immortal Technique – Dancing with the Devil

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 triefe 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,