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SINGER: DMX
SONG: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 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 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 'cuz 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 'cuz 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
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