Demonology

I see 'em, I see 'em

You don't see 'em?

Fo' real?

Look around, son! x2

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 till I'm an 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? x2

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 x2

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 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

Tryna go native like faces that get war painted

Pac shot in Las Vegas of all places

Fighting dark sides with the force like he was Lord Vader

Y'all haters develop and lead a 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? x2

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 x2

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 (huh!)

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, I see how you fly your daemons, that come against

Young Krizzle!

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 x2