Diablo Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Rap diablo
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
It's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flows
The bar gets raised up, it's me and Petey Pablo
Colder than gazpacho, colder than the mono
Rappin' head honcho, rockin' shows like I was Bono
I go play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie, all the promises were hollow
Follow me, I could show you where we be's at
How'd I get my G-pass? None of your fuckin' beeswax
These raps bring a joint together like a kneecap
Fuck the little 8 balls, show me where the ki's at
The time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'em
Tryna find a balance, reachin' from my equilibrium
Fools I pity 'em, I'm not a human, I'm amphibian
Fake superhero like the Mystery Men, I ain't savin' nothin'
I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin', skippin' all the famous functions
How do the famous function? The A-list can't be trusted
I strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpet
The bottom barrel of society
I tell my bitch if she don't love me, then just lie to me
I'm finer than the winery
Take it from the rich, this is piracy (Piracy)
Finally, I don't even need my fuckin' eyes to see
Come and die with me
'Cause everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Yeah, said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
[Verse 2]
Yeah, um
Okay, my mind is Yoda, I'm on Ayatollah
These other rappers just a diet soda
I find Jehovah in the darkest places, empty as apartment basements
This a marathon, gentlemen, go 'head and start the races
Save the coffin spaces
You'll come up missin', tell your bitch that you been trippin', now you on vacation
Rappin' like it's automated, lights I keep 'em on like Vegas
Lava makin', so hot I'm turnin' hog to bacon
Only God can save him, I heard the monsters made him
I ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellations
Contemplatin' suicide like it's a DVD
Lost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me be
You can see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeks
Bitch, I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple deke
Gordon Bombay in these streets, ballin' like I'm Pistol Pete
Been a beast, every word I spit rewritin' history
Look at what you did to me, look at what you did to me
Run into the underworld with guns and set the sinners free
No bitches in my circle, I'm the show, you the commercial
I been poppin' like a kernel, readin' Justin Bieber's journal
Treat you like a urinal
'Cause everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Yeah, said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
Said everybody got dead homies
On the dead homies
About
“Diablo” was originally posted on SoundCloud prior to the release of Faces. The mixtape version has a slightly different arrangement.
The beat is produced by Mac himself, under his producer pseudonym Larry Fisherman. Mac continues the jazzy sound of Faces, sampling “In a Sentimental Mood” by Duke Ellington and John Coltrane.
Q&A
Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
Mac is talking about his Ralph. From this MTV article he talks about how Ralph isn’t actually dead but is dead in the way that Mac doesnt know who his friend is anymore.
Yes, the original cover art from the SoundCloud release is an art piece by Panamanian painter Quintin Aguilar Mejía, made in 2000. It depicts a ritual named Congo, in which the devil is hunted on Ash Wednesday and then baptized.
- 2.Here We Go
- 3.Friends
- 4.Angel Dust
- 5.Malibu
- 8.Therapy
- 9.Polo Jeans
- 10.Happy Birthday
- 11.Wedding
- 12.Funeral
- 13.Diablo
- 14.Ave Maria
- 15.55
- 16.San Francisco
- 18.Insomniak
- 19.Uber
- 20.Rain
- 21.Apparition
- 22.Thumbalina
- 23.New Faces v2
- 24.Grand Finale