Diabolical Sound - Diabolic, DJ Premier

Yo, brace yourself for impact I’m raising Hell with Syntax

Like Satan cast an ancient spell on this track

An Angel fell, who stays compelled to spit raps

And what the majors sell he ain’t afraid to tell

You shit’s wack now blaze an L and sit back

Crack a six pack and sip that 'till it’s pitch-black

While you chit chat, this that dark side of a psychopath

Blacking out so we don’t see the light of the righteous path

He’ll strike as fast as lightning when Titans clash smash

Your mics in half, laughing like he siphoned Nitrous gas

Type of wrath from Old Testament stories told

Anything you do to me is coming back 40-fold

40 days and 40 nights then 40 shows with shorties

So Horny they want my dick in a glory hole

See y’all should know, I will murder these tracks

'till I’m on my last leg like an amputee’s knee cap

It seems that everytime I hear emcees rap

The voices in my head scream at me saying: «He's wack!»

These cats act like bitches, they’re vagina sore

Like dinosaurs crawled out their cervix and their hymen tore

I’m designed for war on the Long Island shores

Swinging a rappers severed head by his spinal cord

In a blind rage on a drunken tirade

It’s a diversion while me and Preem

Mastermind the crime wave

«With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker»

Every verse I brainstorm makes Hurricanes form

Wind gusts that flip trucks, raining burning Napalm

Too many rappers here get on my nerves and stay calm

Put on the radio and heard the same songs all day long

It’s mind numbing like doctors squeezing foreceps

To load my brain with Novacaine in my cerebral cortex

Seasoned war vet, piss on these peoples door steps

Like «Suck my dick soaked in three weeks of ball sweat»

My cult following shares the same perspective

They’d die for their beliefs like Dave Koresh’s in Waco, Texas

Deranged and reckless, what I say is infectious

Plus Preem is scratching 'till needles snap and break the records

The label pressed it giving y’all the extreme a sick fuck

Like sex scenes from Ed Gein’s wet dreams I’m getting

Open a soul with less emotion cold as the cryogenic potion

Walt Disney’s head is froze in set in motion, and momentum’s Building up I can

feel the rush like a vanilla dutch

Filled with dust, this high class dime’s attached to my shaft

And I’m fast to get in their guts like gastric bypass

Why ask why?, I don’t bat an eyelash and

If you’re after my cash then kiss the crack of my ass

While I drop manure, and take a shot of Dewar’s

With those underground villians like Bane in Gotham sewers

«With the diabolical sound coming through your speaker»

Aker"