DMX - I Can Feel It

Chorus:

I can feel it comin' in the air tonight

Hold on

I've been waiting for this moment

For all my life

Hold on hold on

The best of why'all niggaz

Remind me of myself when I was younger

When it was hunger that stopped

A nigga from goin' under

And you wonder

Why I pat you on yo' head and smile

Look in yo' eyes and thank the lord

For my child meanwhile

There's somethin' I gotta show you

And I hope you can take it

Gonna leave you in the desert

And I hope that you make it

Gotta put you on yo' ass

To see what it does to you

When you stand up you'll see

That I'm just showin' love to you

Other niggaz'll put a slug to you

Over your ends

Cats I fucked wit' are real

But hey, those are yo' friends

And just what you got commin'

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 wit' his gun

Still up in the holdster

It's comin' in the air

Yeah, it's gettin' closer

Chorus

I see life through many shades

Of greys and blacks

I can take that and hit 'em wit' 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 it won't let go

I can feel the lord pullin'

But he movin' dead slow

Let him know

That amidst all this confusion

Some of us may do the winnin'

But we all do the losin'

It's just who does the chosin'?

Is you goin' up or down?

What have you been provin'?

Just that you a fuckin' clown

Bitching through the bullshit

But never spoke on it

''cause I know that deep down

You really don't want it

I would tell you the chance

Of being a child with a father

Born with talent and being able to survive

But it's harder

My balance on the high beams of life

Keep my dreams and strife

That's why I hit these

Mother fuckin' streets tonight

Come on

Chorus

There's a lot o' shit that I let slide

It's out of my hands

Lot of niggaz I let ride

But it's not in my plans

That a lot of my mans is not

Seein' through the fog

Families by the truck loads

Fleein' to the morgue

Full moon, aaaooooo, the howlin'

Grrrr, the growlin'

Shhhh, prowlin'

Don't know love, can't show love

That means you gon' meed mo' love

Than a old thug, but hold up, roll up

Talkin' out the side o' yo' mouth

That's what's gon' let niggaz know

What you got in yo' house

Or they lyin' to yo' spouse

Told 'er it was suicide

But you and I

Both know the truth will never die

Listen nigga

You scared, get a dog

But be prepared for the mob

''cause you dead in the fog

And that's yo' head by the log

I can smell it in the air

I can tell when it's there

This is hell and we both here

Can you feel it?

Tell me yeah

Chorus

Written by:
Jonathan Rotem, Kisean Anderson, Phil Collins

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ONErpm, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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