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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Diabolic Lyrics
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I'd like to thank ya'll,
For this opportunity to drop the jewellery,
And get this shit poppin' musically.
[Verse 1]
Sayin' plot this jail-break, pop the cops who tailgate,
You sealed your fate prying inside my business,
To find a mind as scientific as Mayan hieroglyphics,
As god's my witness, I'll spit viral sickness,
Like bible scripted black plague in the last day's final minutes,
On a primal vicious grind, till my vinyl shipments climb,
Through the great vine and be defined as vintage wine,
Sky's the limit? Fine, I'm in your atmosphere,
To racketeer the sky and to fall it on your rap career,
And I ain't stackin' near the millions I'm worth,
Coz' sayin' somethin' ill in a verse and havin' skills are a curse,
But still, I got a feelin' that this villain at work'll be,
More chillin' than still born children at birth,
I'm the king; my underlings are building my church,
And when your mom close her eyes to pray I'm stealing her purse.
Now, god willing I become the illest on Earth,
Where love is hate so I just pray your feelings get hurt,
My life is tragic, so it's only right I write the madness,
Like being psychopathic's my right of passage,
And don't care what the price of gas is,
I'll splash it on you while I'm lighting matches,
And put out the flames with nitric acid,
Spiteful bastard, I'm back with a vengeance,
A fifth of Jack and a Mac-11 to capture the essence.
[Bridge: Diabolic]
I'm just an artist gettin' closer to the edge,
So when I go over know I put my soul in what I said,
For real, Bolic ain't focused on the bread,
I had enough of that, so if you with me where the fuck you at?
[Hook: Immortal Technique/Rebel Armz]
Where the fuck you at? We right here,
Where the fuck you at? We right here,
Where the fuck you at? We right here,
Where the fuck you at? We right here.
[Verse 2]
Fuck your gun fights, all I need is one mic and crowd-time,
And I could outshine the sunlight on cloud nine,
For now I'm climbin' uphill and grindin',
Till I chill reclining on a diamond studded silver lining,
Feel this priming, but those sceptics don't get it,
Most said I dig my own grave, I'm too poetic,
Stressed like Po said, let's organise confusion,
I'm just a microphone fiend, always high,
Using the rush, intoxicated me and fortified the movement,
And plus I get to slaughter guys all for my amusement,
Drawn my conclusion, don't need a label budget,
So I'm sayin' "fuck it", like I'm way above it, you can hate or love it,
Raised in Suffolk, fighting like I'm Razor Ruddock,
Without a pot to piss in; urinate in public,
In the home of Rakim, Eric Sermon, R.A. The Rugged,
Diabolic's dancing with the devil angel dusted,
Bring the ruckus; let's rumble in the slums,
So I can punch you in the ribs till there punchering your lungs,
I'm just wondering, how the fuck you doubling your funds,
By lieing about scratching off the numbers on the gun,
Coz', the muthafuckas where I'm from feel inside,
That even though Dilla died, hip-hop is still alive,
And it will survive the fake thugs talkin' tough,
When I click the nine to get a dial tone and call your bluff.
[Hook x2: Immortal Technique/Rebel Armz]
Transcribed by Lorenzo @ www.immortaltechnique.co.uk
The song "Right Here" by Diabolic explores the concept of being an artist on the edge, with a mindset and lifestyle that is isolating and often tragic, but also deeply poetic and driven. The opening lyrics thank the audience for the opportunity to express oneself creatively, suggesting that there is a hunger to share one's thoughts and feelings even as they may be unconventional or disturbing. The verses delve into darker themes of violence, revenge, and self-destruction, with vivid imagery that paints a picture of someone struggling to break free from the constraints of society, law enforcement, and even one's own demons.
The lyrics are constructed with a strong sense of rhythm and wordplay, with rhyming and alliteration used to create a musical flow that draws in the listener. The use of religious references, such as "god's my cell-mate" and "my underlings are building my church," adds an element of blasphemy and rebellion that speaks to the artist's desire to challenge authority and question the status quo. Through it all, there is an underlying sense of purpose and determination, with Diabolic insisting that he will become "the illest on Earth" and prove himself as a true artist, regardless of the sacrifices required.
Overall, "Right Here" is a powerful and emotionally charged song, one that pushes boundaries and challenges the listener to confront difficult truths about the world and themselves. It is a testament to the power of art to uplift and inspire, even in the darkest moments of our lives.
Line by Line Meaning
I'd like to thank ya'll,
I am grateful for the opportunity to showcase my musical talents and pursue my passion.
Feels like I'm locked in hells gate and god's my cell-mate,
My circumstances are comparable to being trapped in hell, with God as my only company.
You sealed your fate prying inside my business,
By interfering with my personal affairs, you have predetermined your own negative outcome.
As god's my witness, I'll spit viral sickness,
I promise to rap with such intensity and skill that it will spread like a contagious disease.
On a primal vicious grind, till my vinyl shipments climb,
I am dedicated to promoting my music and will work tirelessly to increase record sales.
Sky's the limit? Fine, I'm in your atmosphere,
Even though people may say that my potential for success is limitless, I am grounded and will focus on my music career.
And I ain't stackin' near the millions I'm worth,
Even though I am talented, I am not earning as much money as I deserve due to societal pressures to conform.
But still, I got a feelin' that this villain at work'll be,
Despite any obstacles in my way, I am confident that my determination and talent will lead to my success as a rapper.
My life is tragic, so it's only right I write the madness,
I've experienced many hardships in my life, so it's only natural to reflect that pain in my lyrics.
And don't care what the price of gas is,
I am willing to spend money on whatever it takes to fuel my passion for music, regardless of any financial costs.
I'm just an artist gettin' closer to the edge,
As an artist, I am dedicated to pushing the boundaries of what is deemed acceptable in the music industry.
So when I go over know I put my soul in what I said,
Inevitably, my commitment to my art will lead to my own downfall, but I am confident in the authenticity of my music.
Where the fuck you at? We right here,
As a member of the hip-hop community, I am proud to represent those who are dedicated to real, raw rap music.
Fuck your gun fights, all I need is one mic and crowd-time,
I am uninterested in perpetuating messages of violence in hip-hop, and would rather focus on performing live shows.
For now I'm climbin' uphill and grindin',
Even though my career path is difficult, I am working hard to push forward and achieve my goals.
Stressed like Po said, let's organise confusion,
Just as the rapper KRS-One once said, music has the potential to create organized chaos and spur critical thinking in society.
Raised in Suffolk, fighting like I'm Razor Ruddock,
Growing up in Suffolk, I am used to fighting for my place in the rap community, similar to how boxer Razor Ruddock fought his opponents.
In the home of Rakim, Eric Sermon, R.A. The Rugged,
Having come from a city that produced legendary hip-hop artists like Rakim, Eric Sermon, and R.A. The Rugged, I am proud to represent my hometown in the rap game.
And it will survive the fake thugs talkin' tough,
Hip-hop will continue to flourish despite the prevalence of fake, inauthentic rappers who only talk about violence and aggression.
When I click the nine to get a dial tone and call your bluff.
I am unafraid to call out those who are fake and inauthentic in their music, and will do so without hesitation.
Contributed by Lily W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@thefiftyfour
"We'll survive the fake thugs talking tough,
When I click the nine and get a dial tone and call your bluff" 🔥
@med8615
i didn't get that bar. mind explaining it
@GunShotsFunStops
Diabolics amongst the gods of real hip hop
@dropagemonem
diabolic, you are helping me get motivated and drop the shit myself, and level up too cause i am always like b-but diabolic does it better so i try harder. love this beat you got here.
@misaeldroguettgomez2465
Diabolic 🙌 My Friend 👍
👏👏👏👏👏👏
@djkasseturntablimsscratchs6335
TODO EL DISCO MUY CHINGON PERO EL UNICO DETALLE FUE LA FALTA DE SCRATCHES!!
@TheRsMusicMaster
man, you need producing, the wider world needs to hear your masterpieces. It really bothers me and it is sad to see such a great talent being wasted, no views.. fuck this shit man, fukn gay wayns and fake Mc-s getting millions of views, and real music gettin nothing, it's all the work of the music industry. They keep the world blind.
@IlluminationOfTheNation
We Right Here
@aotprophecy
Yo I got you cuz ima put your shit out there
@KidDeVilleNetwerk
DOPEDOPEDOPE FIREEEE!!!!