Speak of the Devil - C-Mob

Little Boy: Mom, mom, MOM!!!

Woman: I’m here Christopher, what’s wrong honey?

Little Boy: There’s a man in my room

Woman: Oh honey, there’s no man in your room

Little Boy: Yes there is.

He keeps on talking to me

Woman: Well what does he sound like?

Little Boy: I think it’s The Devil mom

Ever since I was a child, I could feel a dark presence lingering in me

As I got older, I could gradually hear it speaking more clearly

I was scared at first, I would under me and my little brother’s bunk bed

My little brother didn’t know what was there, so I thought that it was me that

it wants dead

Come to find out the opposite, it kept visiting me, no stopping it

I shut the bedroom door, kept locking it, under the cover tryna hide I would

often get

So much awful shit, going through my head I wish the thoughts would quit

I really needed someone to be talking with, like a child therapist with a

doctorate

But then again they don’t deal with the supernatural or anything beyond the

coffin, truly

They wanna put me on prescription drugs if I told 'em that the devil was

talking to me

It would’ve been all bad, and nobody would’ve sat next to Chris

Sitting all by myself in the pew during mass and they might’ve called an

exorcist

You could be in fact destroyed, God is good so react with joy, do what you

should since that’s understood you can go and be a good little Catholic boy

And it kept going on, til the night I decided to give up the fear

So I cursed and I called out his name, suddenly he just appeared

Devil: Christopher

Little Boy: Why don’t you leave me alone?

What do you want from me?

Devil: Don’t be afraid.

I just want you to know that if you ever need anything

I’m here for you.

There are so many great things in store for you.

If you ever need me, just speak my name

Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently

I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly

He’s always watching, cause he is always near

Speak of the devil, and he just may appear

Now that I am in adulthood, and I’m filled with dreams of achieving goals

He say he can make 'em all come true all I gotta do is release my soul

I don’t wanna be a failure, I work too hard I don’t wanna feel that pain

But I always turn him down, is that why I’m still tryna make it in the rap game?

Every day he’s asking me, for my soul, promising cash to me, fame and women

coming after me, giving ass to me so nastily

Even though he’s so dastardly, gotta respect his tenacity, always showing up

every time I’m at a low point, tryna exploit catastrophies, blasphemies,

probably the best definition of the language that he speaks

Always tryna make a deal with me, every time I feel anguish at its peak,

and I wish that he’d start to flee, cause I reach for the light wholeheartedly,

but he knows darkness is a part of me, it can flow through me like it’s in my

arteries

And he tries to appeal to that, try to make it look that real in fact,

he’s coming for my soul but I will in fact, do what I gotta do to keep it

still intact

He said if I ever wanna quit struggling and I wanna make the leap to fame,

then he can provide everything I need, I just gotta speak his name

C-Mob: Look man, I keep telling you time and time again that I’m not selling

you my soul.

So quit offering me shit.

Stay out of my head, leave me the fuck

alone

Devil: (Laughs.) Well if you ever need me, just speak my name

Watch when you speak of me, I peek on you frequently

I know all the deepest, darkest things that you keep secretly

He’s always watching, cause he is always near

Speak of the devil, and he just may appear