Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Demonology, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Gravitas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Javotti Media
Song language: English
Demonology |
| 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 them on a field trip |
| You fail to see it, I like to come with a kill switch |
| My wife said I got demons I’ve yet to deal with |
| But I ain’t trying to hear 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 them til I won’t overlord |
| Hard to handle me, 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? |
| 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 |
| Poof, the evil words can maim you |
| Poof, the 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 isn’t a language, they made it up |
| No wonder I’m losing blood, everybody taking a cut |
| Speaking of tongues, quit depicting your funds |
| Beating 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, 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 to lead the role |
| When they start to give them hearts 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? |
| 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 them |
| For saying the scream, for evil things that’s letting me ball on them |
| Pick a 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 rise |
| Take heed of the sign, dodging demons that give us |
| Young Krizzle |