Big K.R.I.T. - Demonology lyrics

[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 n***as, I'm taking 'em on a field trip Your fate is sealed: a life that come with a k**-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? [Hook: 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? [Hook] [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, n***a Chuck and jive to stay alive, n***a Propane flames burn your boots like strange perms Some think "Don't take, will" But f** 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 [Hook]