When his materialistic lifestyle collapses, he has to face the consequences of his actions, and realizes he has no sense of self, no true being, no soul. You know he's young, he's power hungry, he's greedy, he wants to prove that he's something to the world around him. Log in or sign up for Facebook to connect with friends, family and people you know. Billy may represent the greed that society creates and it's consuming power. In the song, Immortal technique tells the life story of a kid named Billy Jacobs who lives in the ghetto. Having the speaker be one of the rapists spreads the possible field of blame out even more.
He praised Immortal Technique for being able to fit complicated political themes convincingly to music. I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern was making a million being the illest hustler that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend she put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober her son's heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he built a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once, and didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insecurities at other people he fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a feeble minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you probably only did a month for minor offenses ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you probably only did a month for minor offenses ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked that knew in advance dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment until they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming 'shut the fuck up' and 'stop moving around' the shirt covered her face, but she screamed to the clouds so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he'd broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go in fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flow he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black, color is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted and you'll be one of god's children and fall from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever. This is interesting, because it exemplify humanities good nature, but weakness to corruption. People named William Billy Jacobs. Thomas W Jacobs, Jacobs Jacobs, Jacobs William Thomas, W T Jacobs. This fake, tough, evil, thug persona that he has spent his entire life building through greed and selfishness is blasted out of existence, and billy is reduced down to what he really is and has always been: small, lonely, scared and empty.
He was an accomplished photographer. If nautical nonsense be something you wish! He was born on April 26, 1968 in Pittsburgh, the son of Bill and Dolores Jacobs. Jacobs was a kind and gentle man and a wonderful physician. It's dark, it's gruesome, and it's beautiful. Released September 18, 2001 Recorded 1999—2001 , , , Length 57: 58 1st edition: Self released Viper Records; , , SouthPaw, , , , Rheturik, 44 Caliber chronology Revolutionary Vol. He stayed in the drug business because he thought it would lead him down the road of fortune and fame.
Jacobs, who became and remained my doctor until he closed his practice here in D. It shows how people think that selling drugs or killing and raping people will make them have power and it will improve their ego. The music creates the perfect atmosphere, dark, angry, almost supernatural, and a little sad. The song would be its own self contained loop. Aside from this album, he has released two others, Revolutionary Vol.
We see him finally build up to what he wants, the respect from a crew, and we see the lengths he will go to get that. Slater Funeral Home 1701 State Route 51 Large Jefferson Hills , Pennsylvania. There's some theme of divinity throughout. He resided at 1716 Chevy Chase Drive in. After surviving cancer with the help of Dr. And as he stood amoungst his new brothers, he felt cocky, empowered, and fearless; so he pulled back the cover on her face, only to see it was his own mother.
Retrieved December 29, 2018 — via. He grew up in Yonkers, New York, and graduated from Cardinal Hayes High School in the Bronx. I mean, why is it so terrifying? It is dark and brutal in the best kind of way, and an absolute thrill to listen to. A graveside burial will follow in Jefferson Memorial Park Cemetery in Pleasant Hills , Pennsylvania. He wrote the scripts of several movies, including.
Why does it seem to hit so hard? From the beginning with his small time crimes, and his desperation for power and lust for material positions, he was an obvious lost cause. Arrested multiple times on assault charges in his teenage years, this troubled youth moved on to be one of the most hope giving, inspirational people to ever pick up a microphone. In 1940, he was the associate producer of. The song creates this person who is entirely real. This mirrors Billy's life, who at his topmost most powerful moment, is confronted with his faults and literally falls from the top by killing himself jumping off a building. He faces all the guilt, all the pain he's caused in his entire life, and sees what he really is, what hes really done, and it destroys him.
He leaves many friends who shared his life and supported him in his illness. He was the devoted father of Kyle and Kasia. Billy Jacobs is fascinated with material objects, and is already established as a product of his society. He had to prove himself by killing someone, which was decided to be after raping a random woman. In June of 2008 he partnered with Omeid International, a Non—Profit Human Rights Organization in order to help build an orphanage in Kabul, Afghanistan. The last verse also serves to apply the story to the listeners.