DMX – I Can Feel It Lyrics

Produced By: Dame Grease
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Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that's all

Hook: Nardo
I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on
I've been waitin for this moment for all my life
Hold on, hold on

The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the Lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you and I hope you can take it
Gotta leave you in the desert, and I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you
When you stand up you see that I'm just showin' love to you
Other niggas will put a slug through you, over your ends
Cats I fucked with are real, but hey, those are your friends
Its just what you got comin' sometimes you don't know
What you askin' for, yet you ask for more?
Shut the casket door this one here good as done
They thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run
Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster
It is comin' in the air? Yeah its getting' closer

(Hook)

I see life through many shades of grays and blacks
I could take that and hit 'em with the blazin' tracks
When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams
Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me and he won't let go
I can feel the Lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow

Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion
Some of us may do the winnin'
But we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin'
Is you going up or down what have you been provin'?
Just that you were fucking clown
Been seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it
Cause I know that deep down you really don't want it
I was traded the chance of being a child with a father
For a talent and being able to survive when it's harder

My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife
That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night

Come on!

(Hook)

There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands
Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
That a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog
Families by the truckload, fleeing to the morgue
Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', errrrrrr
The growlin', shhhhhh, the prowlin'
Don't know love, can't show love
That means you gonna need more love
Than on old thug, but hold up, roll up
Talkin' out the side of your mouth is
What's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know
Why you dies in your house, while they lied to your spouse
Told her it was suicide, but you an I
Both knew the truth, will never die
Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob
Cuz you dead up in the fog, and that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when it's there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah

(Hook)

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