Demonology Talib Kweli (Ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Gary Clark Jr.)

[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