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“The devil made me do it” was already an expression, popularized in part by Flip Wilson, and indeed had been the title of several songs. However, in those cases it was about the actual devil. Here, Paris repurposes the phrase to refer to the white devil, allowing him to address a number of racial is...
[Verse 1]
This is a warning, another cut to move on
Another beat that's so strong
Hold on and I'll get wicked and then some
Stir up shit as the wit gets wisdom
P-Dog comin' up, I'm straight loc
Pro-Black and it ain't no joke
Comin' straight from the mob 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
Followin' the path of Mao and Fanon just
Build your brain and we'll soon make progress
Paid your dues, don't snooze or lose
They 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
[Chorus]
But— But the devil made me (But the)
But— But the— But the devil made me (Devil)
But— But the— But the devil made me
But the— But the devil made me (Made me)
But— But— But the devil made me
But— But— But the devil made me
But— But— But the devil made me
But the— But the devil made me
[Verse 2]
P-Dog with a gift from Heaven
Tempo one-sixteen point seven
Keeps you locked in time with the program
When I get wild, I'll pile on dope jams
Then spit on your flag and government
'Cause help the Black was a concept never meant
Nigga 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 hoopla
Hear close the words I wrote
Crack cocaine and genocide on Black folk
Who in their right mind ever coulda missed this?
Damn right when you think seditious
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
[Chorus]
But— But— But the devil made me (Devil)
But— But— But the devil made me (Made me)
But the— But the— But the devil made me
But— But— But the devil made me
But the devil made me
But— But the devil made me
But— But— But the devil made me
But— But the devil made me
[Verse 3]
Now let's get wild, allow me to freestyle
I build and fill your mind up with know-how
And common sense, a defense to next time
A pig try to step to this, listen
Never let someone whoop on ya
That don't belong to the 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, I 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 tune, on point, on target
The revolution won't be thwarted
A setback 'cause, my man, it's plain to see
Must end all white supremacy
So let the rhythm roll on when 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
[Outro]
Beware the beast man, for he is the devil's pawn
He kills for sport, or lust or greed
Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land
Shun him, for he is the harbinger of death
The Devil Made Me Do It was written by Paris (Rap).
The Devil Made Me Do It was produced by Paris (Rap).
Paris (Rap) released The Devil Made Me Do It on Tue Dec 04 1990.