Demonology Lyrics - Gravitas - Talib Kweli

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? 

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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? 

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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 foregiveness 

Young Krizzle