I Can Feel It

Sometimes, sometimes you just know, you just know, that's all [Hook: Nardo] I can feel it coming in the air tonight, hold on I've been waiting for this moment for all my life Hold on, hold on [Verse 1: DMX] The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from going 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, something 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 showing 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 coming, sometimes you don't know What you asking 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 coming in the air? Yeah, it's getting closer [Hook] [Verse 2: DMX] I see life through many shades of grays and blacks I could take that and hit 'em with the blazing tracks When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams It 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 pulling but he moving 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 going up or down What have you been proving? 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 mothafuckin' streets at night Come on! [Hook] There's a lot of shit that I let slide, cause its outta my hands Lot of niggas I let ride, but it's not in my plans That a lot of my mans is not seeing through the fog Families by the truckloads, fleeing to the morgue Full moon, (ah-oo), the howling (Arf) the growling, (shh) the prowling Don't know love, can't show love That means you gonna need more love than an old thug, but hold up, roll up Talking out the side of your mouth Is what's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know why you die in your house While they lied to your spouse, told her it was suicide, but you and I Both knew the truth, will never die Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob Cause 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]