Artist: Talib Kweli f/ Big K.R.I.T., Gary Clark, Jr. Album: Gravitas Song: Demonology Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Talib Kweli] I see 'em, I see 'em You don't see 'em? For real?! Look around son Look around son Uhh, yeah, yeah [Talib Kweli] Take a trip, I got you floatin on this real spit I rock the boat so much you get nauseous and start to feel sick Too many house niggaz, I'm takin them on a field trip Your fate is sealed, I like to come with a kill switch My wife said I got demons I've yet to deal with But I ain't tryin 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 hopin I don't, overdose And miss the moments tryin to control them 'til I won't overlord I'm hard to handle me, get dismantled and now I'm home alone I power trip like I'm samplin 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 stompin 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 [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 losin blood everybody takin a cut Speakin of tongues stick to quittin your funds Beatin the drums of war, to fry lines to your unfortunate sons You think boys point guns when they run to the sun? A decoy, Pink Floyd, cause they're comfortably numb Word, wrappin ourselves in denial like it's a warm blanket Tryin to go native like faces that get war painted 'Pac shot in Las Vegas of all places Fightin dark sides of the force like he was Lord Vader Y'all haters develop to lead the role When they start to give them parts in 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] [Big K.R.I.T.] Yeah... uhh This feel like church, save that soul that cry "Good God, oh me, oh my!" I got to save 'em all, pray the Lord forever call on 'em For sayin the scream for evil things that lettin me ball on 'em Ooh, pick and move, or you could die nigga Ooh, shuck and jive to stay alive nigga Propane flames burn your boots like strange perms Something don't take well, 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 Pins and needles, hoes and blokes When it crackin come snappin out even, cause them feelings can float I know, cause most folks lost souls off coast, never found The triangle ain't just an ocean, it's on the rise Take heed of the signs of sins Dodgin demons that vibe against Young KRIT~! [Chorus] {*Gary Clark, Jr. wails on guitar to the end*}