Lyrics Steve - DJ Doom , Napoleon Da Legend

Steve was orchestrator stuck between the streets
And that corporate paper
Selling Coke to the co workers at the coffee maker
Kept a Small container under the desk
At Goldman Sacks trying to meet the goals his manager set
His word is bond he was a man of respect in
Money making manhattan
He had to learn how to manage the stress
See his connect had him black mailed was
Making a 6 figure salary why would he risk going jail?
Trynna break the stereotypes of black male
3 kids a beautiful wife you bout to see for yourself
See his connect was a from a Mexican cartel not for the
Frail-hearted they just wanna sell product
See he was dibbling and dabbling supplying
Several buildings in his neighborhood
Had to deal with drama but the pay was good
Under the table straight cash no tax forms
He put his cousin on to move packs for em
That kid was like a savage used to keep an ax on em
Til the day they lined em with a few rack of em
Shot em in the head broad day he lay dead
That bullet was meant for Steve and the rumors start to spread
Don't get twisted Steve was educated he had degrees
And the game was getting too deep he knew he had to leave
Freelance accountant took his resume to job fairs
He knew the rep for Goldman Sachs when he got there
Omega Psi brothers from his Morgan State days
They used to run trains get drunk and play spades
But that night a chick was crying embarrassed
All the sudden she was with it at first and then she wasn't
They stopped asking her if she aight tho
She told em that she peeped a man
Filming em from outside the window
What a psycho, he was gone by the time they looked
Crying hysterically while they sitting there shook

Have you ever made a pact with devil
You do one thing he'll take you another level?
Then it keep getting deeper and deeper
You gotta give something up you know the procedure
Have you ever made a pact with devil
You do one thing he'll take you another level?
Then it keep getting deeper and deeper
You gotta give something up you know the procedure

7 years later jimmy from the cartel
Gave em a call cause he wanted him to sale
Ain't hard to tell had plans to infiltrate
The rich side of town he would pitch
By pound his proposal was
Way out of bounds he knew Steve was done
I got the footage I can release that once
Steve knew he could lose his job worst maybe prison
Being the sole provider for his lady and his children
He kept selling tried to keep it low key
His colleagues had no idea he was a triple OG
Bought a 20 million dollar insurance policy
For extra protection on his life he knew about the streets
White collar worker double dipping making dollars at work
On some Kabala type entrepreneur
Left late one night he drove his car up the
FDR stressed and all he had as beat all sudden
Felt peace was a lefty took right with his off hand
Took the exit then his whip off the ramp
His body mutilated an escape from the life that he lived
Left 20 million to his wife and his kids

Have you ever made a pact with devil
You do one thing he'll take you another level?
Then it keep getting deeper and deeper
You gotta give something up you know the procedure
Have you ever made a pact with devil
You do one thing he'll take you another level?
Then it keep getting deeper and deeper
You gotta give something up you know the procedure