Demonology

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

I see 'em, I see 'em

You don't see 'em?

For real?

Look around, son

Look around, son

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

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?

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

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

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

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?

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

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

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]

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

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

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