Artist: Dungeon Masta Album: Project Oblivion (Da Vintage) Song: Demonz Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Dungeon Masta] My demons in the dark, my demons in the light My demons do what we got to do, get this money all night [Dungeon Masta] Hustle in the dark, then we scatter like roaches when he hit the gat box DT's approaching, what we do when by a bust Still ain't got the guts, don't sell to those you don't trust I guess ya'll niggas is not aware of the shit that ya facing Hunt you and chop you like Jason In this game we struggle, the cutthroats are out there Watch where you step, plotting on your dough, we don't care First opportunity, your ass will get got And if you don't give it up, boy, your ass'll get shot Your peoples will be shopping for you box, services are beautiful Ain't no way in hell they viewing you That what you get for flashing Benji's, pockets on empty Started a frenzy, cuz she tempt me One nigga down, just a few left Won't rest, til I decide to give 'em freedom or death Man, listen, insanity's sinking in Guaranteed, I be, the last man blazing [Chorus 2X] [Dungeon Masta] I don't know how it goes, king of the county, no one behind me Can I outshine me, crossing all ground Can you smell it? Ain't not telling what goes on In the mind of mad men, just love to clap men What's ya name? Dungeon Masta from the Beast Coast Rock hoodies in the summertime, pack toast Police done got away with murder, of innocence Bystander, part to Guiliani plan I hope your prostate take you to your wake God don't like the ugly or the fake You're according to eight, I got crates for the nines To hit lions, and tigers, and pigs, oh my Don't fuck with me, you'd rather pray to your mystery Move another inch and your history You cats can't see me, if you had vision like Clark Kent Don't need they collard greens to get bent, see ya on the day of judgement [Chorus 2X] [Dungeon Masta] Keep shit tight, and we handle our own beef, when shit's not right Don't try to run or you'll get done off tonight If he murder you tonight, we will bury you tonight I was gonna let you live, but you done pissed me off again You fucked up now, once I get hostile So many victims, and very little time Maintain my composure, release the vultures I told ya, you can't escape my tortures Rap tools and pop ya fools smoking Dutches As much as you making, the law that I'm taking Leap like a frog, like a door you get slammed, muthafucka Listen, tired of this broke shit, bitch pass my clip So I can go outside and start to flip I feed off negativity, I got to be the best that I can be And faking with creativity, can you feel the energy? [Chorus 2X]