The Devil Made Me Do It Lyrics - Singles - Paris

This is a warning, another cut to move on 

Another beat that's so strong 

Hold on and I get wicked in this song 

Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom 

P-Dog comin' up, I'm staying low 

Pro-black and it ain't no joke 

Comin' straight from the mod that broke shit last time 

Now I'm back with a brand new sick rhyme 

So black check time and tempo 

Revolution ain't never been simple 

Following the path from Allah for know just 

Build your brain and we'll soon make progress 

Paid your dues, don't snooze or lose 

That came with the master plan that got you 

So know who's opposed to the dominant dark skin 

Food for thought as a law for the brother man 

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P-Dog with a gift from heaven 

Tempo 116.7 

Keeps you locked in time with the program 

When I get wild I pile on dope jams 

They spit on your flag and government 

? Cause help the black was a concept never meant 

Nigger please, food stamps and free cheese 

Can't be the cure for a sick disease 

Just the way the devil had planned it 

Rape then pillage everyone on the planet 

Then give 'em fake gods at odds with Allah 

Love thy enemy and all that hooplah 

Hear close to the words I wrote 

Crack, cocaine are genocide on black folks 

Cool when I write mine, never coulda missed this 

Damn right when you think seditious 

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And I move swiftly, you can't get with me 

The triple six moved quick but missed me 

When I came off involved in conscience 

So don't ask why next time I start this 

Now let's get wild, allow me to freestyle 

I build and fill your mind up with know-how 

Common sense, a defense to next time 

A pig tried to step to this, listen 

Never let someone work on ya 

They don't belong 'til they set you from 

Ya can't be intrigued by the leads a pig lead 

Unless you don't give a fuck to be free 

Keep stompin' on, keep stompin' 

Attitude but I ain't from Compton 

I can't be fucked around or muffed around 

I can't be held down, check the sound 

And keep in tuned on point on target 

The revolution won't be thwarted 

A set back,? cause my man it's plain to see 

Lost in a white supremacy 

So let the rhythm roll on while I kick this 

Brothers gonna work it out, with a quickness 

And now you know just why a panther went crazy 

The devil made me