1) Death metal band f… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least two artists named Diabolic:
1) Death metal band from Florida, US.
2) Underground rapper from NY, US.
1) DIABOLIC:
Diabolic released their first album, Supreme Evil, in 1998 on Conquest Music. Diabolic released a number of high quality records in the subsequent years and did a number of high profile tours including the 1999 "Death metal Massacre" package alongside Cannibal Corpse, God Dethroned and Hate Eternal. Diabolic would support death metal institution Morbid Angel in the same year.
In November 2002 after completing a European tour with Deicide the group fell into two camps. Founding member Brian Malone putting together a line-up consisting of Eric Hersemann, French drummer Gael Barthelemy and Coffin Texts' Robert Cardenas, were to carry on with the band name "Diabolic" and that Coates, together with Kelly McLauchlin of Pessimist (guitars) and erstwhile members Paul Ouellette (vocals/bass) and Jerry Mortellaro (guitars) branched off into a completely new band set up called Unholy Ghost. The group signed to the Olympic/Century Media label for a Juan "Punchy" Gonzalez produced debut album Torrential Reign, recorded at the D.O.W. Studios (Diet Of Worms)in Seffner, Florida.
Diabolic marked a return to action in June 2006, assembled by founder member Aantar Lee Coates and his Unholy Ghost colleague guitarist Kelly McLauchlin alongside Blastmasters members Jesse Jolly, handling both vocals and bass, with R.J. on second guitar. A new album, Shellfire and Tombstones, was produced by Juan "Punchy" Gonzalez, of Morbid Angel and Unholy Ghost, at D.O.W. Studios.
Lineup
* Paul Ouellette - vocals, bass (1998–2001, 2007-present)
* Raymond James - guitars (2004–present)
* Kelly McLauchlin - guitars (2004–present)
* Aantar Lee Coates - drums (1998–2001 and 2004–present)
Former members
* Jesse Jolly - vocals, bass (2004–2007)
* Paul Ouellette - vocals, bass (1998–2001)
* Brian Malone - guitars (1998–2004)
* Ed Webb - vocals, bass (1998–2001 and 2003–2004)
* Bryan Hipp - guitars (2001)
* Jerry Mortellaro - guitars (2001–2003)
* Eric Hersemann - guitars (2003–2004)
* Gael Barthelemy - drums (2003–2004)
2) Hip Hop Diabolic:
I grew up in Huntington Station, Long Island down the block from Amigo’s Bodega (99 cent 40’s when I was 15). I never really aspired to become a “rapper” for a living and to be completely honest I stumbled across this hiphop shit. I got the same story as a lot of kids, older brother with a library of hiphop tapes ranging from NWA to Black Sheep (that was my shit), I would take his tapes and play them in the walkman my Aunt Gail bought me on Canal St. when I was 6 years old and just lose myself in a bunch of words I barely understood…………………. I think I was in 8th grade when I got heavily into graffiti and started trying to write rhymes and I stress “trying to” because like most 8th graders starting to rap I was wack. I didn’t even get pussy yet at this point so what gems was I going to be dropping. I kept it moving through High School doing the typical thing like lunchroom battles, house party ciphers on the special occasion there was a DJ with a microphone and spitting into headphones on my stereo over beats I got off people’s singles. I miss those days when I’d go to the Wiz and steal whatever single dropped (On tape before they were obsolete) take them home and write to them like The Rza or Primo made them for me. But anyway, I think it was like ’95 and I was steadily writing but I couldn’t freestyle for shit and being white my rhythm wasn’t something to brag about, when my partner in weed smoking and general intoxication, Mr. Snots made me freestyle in a parking lot drunk. The way I remember it I was killing it but I’m sure by today’s standards it was ass but it opened up a whole new world for me. My flow got tighter and I learned how to put more of my soul into what I was saying………………….. I spent a few years mostly just selling drugs and chasing pussy but occasionally putting a couple dollars up for studio time, but honestly I wasn’t chasing a pipedream. It was farfetched to think you could be in the same game as Method Man or Biggie so I just did this shit for the love and I was satisfied just being the dopest rapper in a no name cipher, that was enough for me. I think it was around ’99 and I was working some dead end job that left me smelling like fish grease when my homie Abe picked me up from work to pursue some white trash tramps in Suffolk County somewhere. We ended up at his apartment burning something and half drunk when he randomly says, “yo, you want to battle tonight in Manhatten? I know some bitch who can get you in,” so I’m like, “Sure, you driving?” That turned out to be my 1st trip to the legendary Wetlands. We got to the spot and this “bitch” he knew couldn’t do shit to get me in the battle so I proceeded to harass the woman throwing the event, Mohogany Brown. I told her if she put me in the battle I’d murder anyone, she brushed me off or so I thought. Then I ran up on her partner Poison Pen saying the same shit and he told me to chill that I was already on the roster. I loved battling back then. I was a new face, nobody knew me and honestly I was hungry as fuck. I took 2nd that night and anyone there can co-sign the robbery in the finals but that’s not important because that night put me on the map in the NYC underground and got me in the finals of The Hookt.com/Decipher battle series which at that time was the biggest thing going on. Needless to say, I bodied everyone in the finals battle slaughtering Jin in the final round to take the title……………………… At that 1st battle I ran into this youngster I had met at DJ Crossfada’s studio, Lou Cipher. He and my homie Manifest were going hardbody at that battle shit back then so I stayed in contact with them. Who would have thought going to Wetlands that night would have changed my future the way it did. Lou Cipher holla’d at me one day talking about some posse cut this dude wanted to get me on for his album and at that point I wasn’t doing much else but selling weed and writing rhymes with no future so I was like fuck it tell him I’ll down for it. That dude’s name was Immortal Technique. I had heard of Tech because he had a rep battling and met him maybe once but wasn’t too familiar with what he was doing, all I knew is that he wanted me to spit a 16 on this posse cut. It was supposed to be Tech, Lou Cipher, Manifest, Icon The Mic King, Awar and myself on this record called “You’re Nothing” so we all met up at 45 Calibur’s home studio to record our verses. I slacked off a little when I was supposed to be writing the verse so I ended up writing it on the LIRR on the way to the city. We all recorded our shit and the record didn’t come out as planned, to put it bluntly it was garbage. Little did I know, the verse I recorded would prove to be the turning point in my career as an MC. Tech took the record and scrapped everyone’s verses and it became the hidden track following “Dance with the Devil” on Revolutionary Volume 1…………………….. The hidden verse got me a little light in the underground scene but in the grand scheme I was still a nobody and didn’t take hiphop serious. I’d record songs here and there with DJ Dummy or wherever else I could get free studio time but on some real shit I had a newborn daughter and my main objective was getting money and hiphop was not paying the bills. It’s a struggle being a father in your early 20’s and having to straighten your life out but I had no choice in the matter and had to get my priorities in order for my little girl. I think it was Rocksteady 2003 when Tech dropped Volume 2 and things just took off from there. Next thing you know, Tech’s headlining packed shows at SOB’s and touring nationally. It went so far as to blow my name up. I saw what Tech accomplished along with my friends doing street shit getting locked up and put 2 and 2 together. It was time to start taking hiphop more serious as a career before I end up in jail or some shit. The next couple years following that decision proved to be very productive. I toured and won numerous battles most notably Superbowl 2005 when I destroyed Rhymefest for 5 G's (Cheap Namedrop YURP!) and i just finished a 25 city tour on Rock the Bells this past summer…………………… I started working on my debut “Liar & A Thief” not knowing what direction it would take me in. I had no budget, no production and nothing I could promise people in order to barter the tools necessary for me to complete the project until I stumbled across this kid from Vancouver, Engineer. I don’t know if it’s luck, because I don’t have any, or fate because I’m a control freak, but this dude’s production style complimented my rhyme style perfectly. On top of that he had heard of me from Vol. 1 and had faith in me. So Here I am, still broke, still scraping to get by, still fighting for my spot in this rap shit, but being recognized for what I bring to the table and set to drop my masterpiece. I’ll never stop this shit, I’ll never give in to the corporate influences that tell me to make music that isn’t real to me, that doesn’t come from my soul. I’ll always remain a madman with a platform and this album is a lying thief’s vindication…
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Not Again
Diabolic Lyrics
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Ahhh ha ha haaaa…
Diabolic / Vinnie Paz
Foul Play bitch!
[Verse 1: Diabolic]
When I'm at a catholic sermon, smashed with a flask of bourbon,
Dashing in a black suburban, passing, swervin',
Crash n' burnin', like attacks from Iraq insurgents,
But now I'm back determined to have some virgins,
Taking face shots like Botox, I'm a plastic surgeon,
Not your average person, coz' this cash I'm earnin',
Got me riding dirty like the mastered version of my tracks with cursing,
The illest cat for certain, too perverted to mention,
In a class by myself like internal suspension,
I'm terminal spreadin' through you're chest and ribs,
Till the song's stuck in ya' head and gives you less than a month left to live,
Infect the kids, I love to poison minds,
Got hoes bending over backwards like double jointed spines,
I'm at the point in time where I don't give a flying fuck,
And if I get fired up you get you're jaw wired shut,
And it's….
[Hook: Diabolic]
Mic check, one, two, we back on the block again,
Body in the trunk, somebody's gettin' shot again,
Fist full of haze, stomach full of Heineken,
My bitch put the radio on, "No not again!"
We want that real shit, somethin' i can feel shit,
You know the gutter shit, fuck all that other shit,
That go to war shit, kickin' in the door shit,
Diabolic, Vinnie Paz; yeah that raw shit.
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Ayo D, you the foulest muthafucka around,
Anyone who got a beef with us get stuck with the pound,
That's regardless if they hate us or fuck with the sound,
And regardless if they're ravers or they come from up-town,
I don't care who get stuck, black, white, Spanish, anybody,
My weaponry a left buck and a mini shottie,
I don't discriminate, Pazienza blazin' people,
I kill you're dog and eat him up like i was Asian people,
Me and Diabolic similar to haze and diesel,
It's straight to the head and stick inside the veins of people,
And Pazienza too intelligent, my brain'll eat you,
My bitch stay strapped, even Vinnie's dame is lethal,
I did a little bid for taking fuckin change from people,
But Diabolic did the muthafuckin same, we equal,
That's why people call the two of us insanely evil,
And that's why people call the two of us insanely evil.
[Hook: Diabolic]
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I scream "Allahu Akbar, murder murder, kill kill"
In the same sentence that's why I'm incredibly ill,
We better rebuild, and put the muthafuckin pope in prison, (hahahaa)
For practicing remote control socialism,
But i aint mean to get political on this shit,
So give me a forty-ouncer, pass the muthafuckin' buscuit
And do some type of shit i did that i don't wan' re-visit,
You better tell the c-cypha that they gone need ballistics.
[Verse 4: Diabolic]
So keep you distance, coz' me and Vinnie, we the sickest,
We'll make you sleep with fishes like tsunamis from the East Pacific,
I keep a spliff lit, guzzling this Belvedere,
Chase it with a twelve of beer, and heaven fell, hell is here,
Hell yeah i smell you're fear, and I'm you're fearless leader,
With lyrics deeper than the crater left in Hiroshima,
So if you love hip-hop but saw the spirit leave ya,
Me and Vinnie thought we'd bring it back here to see'ya!
[Hook: Diabolic]
Transcribed by Lorenzo @ www.immortaltechnique.co.uk
The song "Not Again" by Diabolic featuring Vinnie Paz is a powerful and intense piece that expresses raw, unfiltered emotions with a dose of dark humor. The song is a rap that centers on the artists' desire for control and power. Diabolic opens the first verse with a vivid image of Pope John Paul in his casket turning as he disrupts a Catholic sermon with a flask of bourbon. He then proceeds to describe his recklessness, taking face shots like Botox and riding dirty with mastered versions of his cursing tracks. He's too perverted and unique to compare to anyone else. The verse concludes with Diabolic's declaration that he is infecting kids and poisoning minds, with a chorus that exclaims "Mic check, one, two, we back on the block again."
Vinnie Paz takes the second verse with a similar level of intensity. He compares himself and Diabolic to weed and diesel, with their raw, powerful nature uncontrollable and lethal once released. They are killers with no preference of target, whether black, white, or Spanish. Pazienza and Diabolic are equally evil, with a depth in their lyrics that's hard for others to match. The final verse takes a political turn, with Paz chanting "Allahu Akbar, murder murder, kill kill" to express the profanity of socialist politics.
Line by Line Meaning
I got Pope John Paul in his casket turnin',
I am so disrespectful that even the deceased Pope John Paul would be turning in his grave if he could hear me.
When I'm at a catholic sermon, smashed with a flask of bourbon,
I have no respect for religion and will even show up to a Catholic sermon drunk off of a flask of bourbon.
Dashing in a black suburban, passing, swervin',
I speed around recklessly in a black suburban vehicle.
Crash n' burnin', like attacks from Iraq insurgents,
I am reckless and dangerous like the attacks from Iraqi insurgents that cause crashes and burnings.
But now I'm back determined to have some virgins,
I am back and determined to have sex with virgins.
Taking face shots like Botox, I'm a plastic surgeon,
I enjoy taking punches to the face, and it's as if getting hit is like getting Botox injections and plastic surgery.
Not your average person, coz' this cash I'm earnin',
I am not an average person because I am earning a lot of money.
Got me riding dirty like the mastered version of my tracks with cursing,
I am riding dirty, breaking the law, just like the mastered versions of my tracks that contain explicit language and cursing.
The illest cat for certain, too perverted to mention,
I am the sickest and most perverted person, to the point where it's not even worth mentioning my perversions.
In a class by myself like internal suspension,
I am alone and unique, like being suspended within my own internal thoughts.
I'm terminal spreadin' through you're chest and ribs,
My music and message is like a disease that spreads through your chest and ribs, infecting you and changing you.
Till the song's stuck in ya' head and gives you less than a month left to live,
My music is so potent and infectious that it can get stuck in your head and change your life in less than a month.
Infect the kids, I love to poison minds,
I enjoy corrupting and poisoning the minds of children with my music and message.
Got hoes bending over backwards like double jointed spines,
I have women who are willing to do anything for me, even if it requires them to bend over backwards like they have double-jointed spines.
I'm at the point in time where I don't give a flying fuck,
I have reached a point in my life where I no longer care about anything or anyone.
And if I get fired up you get you're jaw wired shut,
If you anger or upset me, I will physically harm you and shut you up by wiring your jaw shut.
Mic check, one, two, we back on the block again,
I am back and ready to perform, checking the microphone before starting.
Body in the trunk, somebody's gettin' shot again,
Somebody is going to get shot and killed and their body will end up in the trunk of a car.
Fist full of haze, stomach full of Heineken,
I have a handful of marijuana and my stomach is full of Heineken beer.
My bitch put the radio on, "No not again!"
My female companion turns on the radio and complains about hearing the same old music again.
We want that real shit, somethin' i can feel shit,
We want authentic and genuine music that we can connect with emotionally.
You know the gutter shit, fuck all that other shit,
We want to hear raw and gritty music, and have no interest in anything else.
That go to war shit, kickin' in the door shit,
We want to hear music that motivates us to go to war, kick down doors, and take action.
Diabolic, Vinnie Paz; yeah that raw shit.
Our music is raw and intense, and is performed by Diabolic and Vinnie Paz.
Anyone who got a beef with us get stuck with the pound,
Anyone who has a problem with us will get attacked with our fists or the butt of a gun.
That's regardless if they hate us or fuck with the sound,
We will attack anyone who dislikes us or our music, regardless of their reasons for doing so.
And regardless if they're ravers or they come from up-town,
We will attack anyone, no matter their background or where they come from.
I don't care who get stuck, black, white, Spanish, anybody,
I don't care who I attack or hurt, regardless of their race or ethnicity.
My weaponry a left buck and a mini shottie,
I carry a handgun and a small shotgun as my weapons.
I don't discriminate, Pazienza blazin' people,
I attack anyone without discrimination, even killing people with the last name Pazienza like myself.
I kill you're dog and eat him up like i was Asian people,
I am disrespectful and even eat dogs, like the stereotype of Asian people doing so.
Me and Diabolic similar to haze and diesel,
Me and Diabolic are alike in intensity and potency, similar to the contrast between marijuana (haze) and diesel fuel.
It's straight to the head and stick inside the veins of people,
Our music has a direct impact on people's minds and emotions, much like drugs that go straight to the head or are injected into the veins.
And Pazienza too intelligent, my brain'll eat you,
I am highly intelligent, and my thoughts and ideas can literally consume and overpower others' minds.
My bitch stay strapped, even Vinnie's dame is lethal,
Even my female companion is armed and dangerous, just like Vinnie Paz's is.
I did a little bid for taking fuckin change from people,
I was in jail for a short period of time for robbing people of their spare change.
But Diabolic did the muthafuckin same, we equal,
Diabolic has also committed similar crimes, and we are equals in our criminal and immoral behavior.
That's why people call the two of us insanely evil,
Our actions and personalities are so immoral and cruel that people consider us to be insanely evil.
I scream "Allahu Akbar, murder murder, kill kill",
I shout the phrase "God is great" in Arabic, followed by threats and actions of violence and murder.
In the same sentence that's why I'm incredibly ill,
The fact that I can mix religious language with violent threats and actions shows how sick and twisted I am.
We better rebuild, and put the muthafuckin pope in prison, (hahahaa)
We need to rebuild society and lock up the Pope for his actions, said with a mocking laugh.
For practicing remote control socialism,
The Pope is accused of promoting a form of socialism that he can easily control from afar.
So give me a forty-ouncer, pass the muthafuckin' buscuit
Give me a large bottle of beer and pass me some food.
And do some type of shit i did that i don't wan' re-visit,
Let's do something that I have done before but never want to repeat.
You better tell the c-cypha that they gone need ballistics.
You need to tell the police force that they will require ballistic evidence to identify our weapons and actions.
We'll make you sleep with fishes like tsunamis from the East Pacific,
We will harm or kill you and dispose of your body in the water, like the devastating tsunamis that occur in the Eastern Pacific region.
I keep a spliff lit, guzzling this Belvedere,
I continue to smoke marijuana and drink Belvedere vodka.
Chase it with a twelve of beer, and heaven fell, hell is here,
I chase the vodka with a twelve-pack of beer, and because of my actions and state of mind, I bring hell to earth.
Hell yeah i smell you're fear, and I'm you're fearless leader,
I sense and enjoy the fear that I induce in others, and I am their ruthless and fearless leader.
With lyrics deeper than the crater left in Hiroshima,
My lyrics are profound and meaningful, comparable to the deep crater left in the aftermath of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima.
So if you love hip-hop but saw the spirit leave ya,
If you are a hip-hop fan who feels disconnected from the music, I will bring back the original spirit and intensity.
Me and Vinnie thought we'd bring it back here to see'ya!
Me and Vinnie decided to bring back the raw and authentic spirit of hip-hop for you to enjoy.
Contributed by Taylor F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
andytimes100
one of the best albums lyrically, PERIOD.
Ecstatically Extreme
Definitely equal but my personal nod goes to paz simply because I have been a fan for almost 20 years and I resonate with the heart and passion he puts into his songs. Diabolic never disappoints either love. Love the new Diabolic Grind mode cypher!
Matias873
man this dude bars are fuckin crazy every song
Docs Rants🤬
I remember going to Diabolics crib one time for the superbowl back in like 96-97 I used to go by the name Serpent.. I was like 14 rapping but I was the youngest in the group we had put together.. Diabolic passed me my 1st Blunt ever.. And I had tried to smoke joints before but it was always a waste / never worked.. But that day I had officially gotten I had officially gotten high AF.
turtle7041
Whole album is dope
waltinho underground
Som monstro , São Paulo city. Brás
Brasil.
Daniel Blake
This is perfection!! #LightningInABottle
Patrick Lynch
So sick 🔥
Windeye wullie
2022 and this is still banging haha minted eh
AR1STONE
My new favorite shit. Don't even know the lyrics too much cause I'm just rhyming over this