Talib Kweli, Gary Clark Jr., Big K.R.I.T. - Demonology lyrics

I see 'em, I see 'em you don't see 'em?
For real? Look around, son
Look around, son

Take a trip
I got you floating on this real spit
I rock the boat so much you get
Nauseous and start to feel sick
Too many house niggas
I'm taking 'em on a field trip
Your fate is sealed: a life
That come with a kill-switch
My wife said I've got demons
I've yet to deal with
But, I ain't trying to hear her though
My music is my mirror though
They like to put me on
A pedestal for conscious rap
My flesh is edible
It's hard to keep the monsters back
The polar opposite of too emotional


Got feelings and emotions
Just hoping I don't overdose
And miss the moments trying to control
'em til I'm on overload or hard to handle
We get dismantled and now I'm home alone
I power trip like I'm sampling
Hubert Laws no more i got honor
Face my karma like a Buddhist law
I got my own demons
What I'm supposed to do with yours?
I got my own demons
What I'm supposed to do with yours?

Too many demons in the dance hall
And they stomping on what you stand for
Dorothy Parker in the tub with her pants on
Ready for a night at the
Opera with the phantom
They live in the shadows of the angels
The punchlines of the rap
Battles to entertain you
Proof that evil words can maim you
Proof that evil words can maim you

Demons want a pound of my flesh
It's quite accurate
It's tragic when you feel like
Your lawyer the devil advocate
Legal-ese ain't a language, they made it up
No wonder I'm losing blood
Everybody taking a cut
Speaking in tongues, they
Depleting your funds, beating the drums
Of war to fry lines to your fortunate sons
You think boys point guns when
They run to the sun? A decoy, Pink Floyd
Cause they're comfortably numb
Word, wrapping ourselves in denial like
It's a warm blanket
Trying to go native like faces
That get war painted
Pac shot in Las Vegas of all places
Fighting dark sides of the Force
Like he was Lord Vader
Y'all haters develop and lead the role
When they start to give 'em parts of
Your life and feed the trolls
I got my own demons
What I'm supposed to do with yours?
I got my own demons
What I'm supposed to do with yours?

Too many demons in the dance hall
And they stomping on what you stand for
Dorothy Parker in the tub with her pants on
Ready for a night at the
Opera with the phantom
They live in the shadows of the angels
The punchlines of the rap
Battles to entertain you
Proof that evil words can maim you
Proof that evil words can maim you

This feel like church, save that soul
That cry "good God, oh me, oh my!"
I got to save them
All pray the Lord forever call on him
For setting the screen for evil things
Then letting me ball on them
Pick and move, or you could die, nigga
Chuck and jive to stay alive, nigga
Propane flames burn your boots
Like strange perms
Some think "Don't take, will", but fuck it
You live and learn
Beware of the roots and salty looks
Voodoo they put on you
Baby doll could leave you shook
Pens and needles, hoes and blokes
When it cracking, come snapping out even
Kept them feelings afloat
I know, cause my folks lost souls off coast
Never found
The triangle ain't just an ocean
It's on the ground take heed of the sign
Dodging demons that find forgiveness
Young Krizzle

Too many demons in the dance hall
And they stomping on what you stand for
Dorothy Parker in the tub with her pants on
Ready for a night at the
Opera with the phantom
They live in the shadows of the angels
The punchlines of the rap
Battles to entertain you
Proof that evil words can maim you
Proof that evil words can maim you