Artist: DMX Album: It's Dark and Hell Is Hot Song: I Can Feel It Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Intro, DMX) Sometimes.... Sometimes you just know You just know, that's all (Hook) I can feel it Coming in the air tonight, hold onnnn I've been waiting for this moment For all my life, hold ooonnn Hold oooooonnnnnn (Verse 1) The best of y'all niggas, 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, there's 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'll see that I'm just showin love to you Other niggas'll put a slug through you, over your 'ends Cats I fuck with are real; But hey, those are your friends It's just what you got comin Sometimes you dont know what you asking for, yet you ask for more Shut the casket door This one here, it is done They thought you was a killa You swore you'd never run Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster It's coming in the air Yeah, it's getting closer (Hook) (Verse 2) 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 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 winning, but... We all do the losing, it's just who does the choosing Is you goin up or down? What have you been provin? Just that you a fuckin clown Been seein' through the bullshit, but never spoke on it Cause I know that deep down, you really don't want it I would've traded the chance of being the child with a father For a talent and being able to survive when it's harder My balance in the high beams of life keep my dreams in strife That's why I hit these motherfuckin streets tonight, come on! (Hook) (Verse 3) There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cause It's not in my hands Lotta niggas I let ride, but it's not in my plans And a lotta my mans, is not seein' through the fog Families by the truck-loads... fleeing to the morgue Full moon! (Aahoooooo) The howlin! (Grrrrrrrr) The growlin! (Shhhhhhhh) 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 what's gon' let niggas know what you got in your house While they lyin' to your spouse; Told her it was suicide But you and I, both know the truth; It will never die Listen nigga; If you scared, get a dog But be prepared for the morgue Because 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 and we're both here! Can you feel it? Tell me yeah! (Hook)