I Can Feel It lyrics

Artist  : Dmx 
Song : I Can Feel It



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 (background)
uh.....sometimes...
sometimes you just know,..... you just know.
Thats all.
(chorous)
I can feel it coming in the air tonight,... hold
on
I've been waiting for this moment for all my
life, hold ohon... hold
ohon.
The best a yall 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 your head and
smile,
look in your eyes and thank the Lord for my
child.
Meanwhile, somethin' I gatta show you, and I hope
you can take it,
gatta leave you in the desert and hope that you
make it.
Gatta put you on your *ass* to see what it does
to ya,
when you stand up you'll see that I'm just
showin' love to ya.
Other niggas'll put a slug through ya, over your
ends,
cats,I *f**k* with it real, but hey, those are
your friends.
Cause what you gat comin', sometimes you don't
know what you askin' for,
yet you ask for more;
Shut the casket door.
This one here, it is done,
you thought you was a killer, you swore you'd
never run.
Nigga died with his gun, still up in the holster,
It's comin in the air, yeah, it's gettin' closer.
(chorous 1x)
I see life through many shades of grays and
blacks,
I can 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 gat a hold on me, and he 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', its just who does the
choosin'.
Is you goin', up or down,
what if you've been proven, just that you a
*f**kin* clown.
Been seein' through the *bullshit* but never
spoke on it,
cause I know that, deep down you really don't
want it.
I woulda traded the chance of being a child with
a father,
for a talent, and being able to survive when its
harder.
My balance on the high beams of life, keep, my
dreams at strife,
that's why I hit these *motherf**king* streets at
night.
Comeon!
(chorous 1x)
There's a lotta *shit* that I let slide, cause
its outta my hands,
lotta niggaz I let ride, but its not in my plans.
And a lotta my mans, is not seein' through the
fog,
families by the truck load fleein' to the morgue.
Full moon,
ahooooow, the howlin',
grrrrrrr, the growlin',
shhhhhhh, the prowlin'.
Don't know love can't show love,
that means you gon need more love than a old
thug,
but hold up, roll up.
Talkin' out the side of your mouth,
is whats gonna let niggaz know, why you died in
your house.
Why they lied to your spouse,
told her it was suicide, but you and I, both know
the truth will never
die.
Listen nigga.
If you scared, get a dog,
but be prepared for the morgue.
Cause you dead up in the fog,
unless your head but a log.
I can smell it in the air,
I can tell, when it's near,
this is hell, an' we both here,
Can you feel it?
Tell me yeah!
(chorous 1x)
(background)
aarruuff.. aarruuff  (dog barks)
Haha.
Arrroouuu, Arrroouuu hurrgh hurrrr hurrrr  (dog
howls and whimpers)
                                         THE RZA
98