me now when I'm alive (You dance with the devil) 'Cause I control your life tonight (You dance with the devil) When we dance we want the music loud
now when I'm alive. You dance with the devil. 'Cos I control your life tonight. You dance with the devil. Bridge Chrous 3: When we dance we want the
feelings I can't define ! [Lucy] It's a sin with no name- [Hyde] No remorse and no shame- Fire, fury and flame ! [Lucy] Cos the devil's to blame
hear this Only feel it For too long I have danced To your destiny No longer fill my head With empty dreams Of reality and gold Your reality For I am
die and I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye, inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with
guides mankind beyond all hopes of rebirth Tear further into violence And send forth the blade that slaughter each cell Stillbirth redemption Sterility dances to the rapturous sound
with Dr. Dre, what? {*Xzibit makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*} Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right? YEAHHH! Hah, listen look You ain't tryin to hot box with
, all so sweet With sugar plums, oh look, here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em, he's dancing with
in orbit At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs (C'mon) My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins (Woo) I made a pact with the Devil
they fucking dope, bananas Hunny I applaude that ass Swear to God man these mobs cant dance Ma show em how its done Spazz like a God Damn Tas, yeah You can sound
the bulla fake ? Wreck Boston running shit ? It's hard to face the feet when you're raised in the street No surrender and no patrique Now dance with the devil
glass up at the Wally Bash Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed Backdraft, four powders, screamin' with the pearly hats Children fix the contrast as the sound
positionin' When I'm in your system like glycerin Fans listenin', from Michigan to Switzerland Malik be blitzed again, on the station with the discipline Solicitin', sometimes illicit or explicit with
with my machete with my hockey mask on Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents In your neighborhood, nothing but dead residents When I get through with
slippin' into silence Shotguns firin', choppers and sirens Spotlights shine flashin' on the glance And a poke a doted chance and A devil doin' the dance
If you just can't deal with that (Come and see the red and black) (Jumpsteady) As the cold night folds round We be creeping without a sound With rydas
