DMX lyrics
DMX lyrics
"Who We Be lyrics"
Diatribes lyrics
Bite the bit, scream till you're blue in the face. Nice pipe dreams or passive revolution? Foot soldiers with weapons of placards and banners. How will they stop the rot? No standing to reason. 'cause reason is treason- it doesn't seem feasible. Lie down. And cry all you can. The machine rolls over you. It just don't seem feasible. no! Black face to Nazi- try pleading affinity Hands up, boot in, shattering the passive dream. But it
[DMX]Bite the bit, scream till you're blue in the face. Nice pipe dreams or passive revolution? Foot soldiers with weapons of placards and banners. How will they stop the rot? No standing to reason. 'cause reason is treason- it doesn't seem feasible. Lie down. And cry all you can. The machine rolls over you. It just don't seem feasible. no! Black face to Nazi- try pleading affinity Hands up, boot in, shattering the passive dream. But it
Uhh, yeah
Another one of those - this is for my nigga Q - down to earth joints
Rest in peace baby, you're not for me dawg
[Chorus]
They don't knooow, who we beee
They don't knooow, who we beee
[DMX over Chorus]
That's how many that don't know, they knew I could do it!
This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby
They still ain't ready...
[DMX]
What they don't know is!
The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (what?)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!)
The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs
(uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!)
The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!)
The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn
Only Man lyrics
M. Myrie/D. Kelly Love you like Jesus loves us all Chorus I would like to be your honey In your life I want to be the only man Real quality time and affection One man can't run her locked combination All shes looking, she can see the Mr. Man Tear up resume burn up application One look she take and I fit the position No matter who is in the way Run way the little man Buju have the slam to rock you all night long Woman I see trouble T
, Harlem (c'mon!)M. Myrie/D. Kelly Love you like Jesus loves us all Chorus I would like to be your honey In your life I want to be the only man Real quality time and affection One man can't run her locked combination All shes looking, she can see the Mr. Man Tear up resume burn up application One look she take and I fit the position No matter who is in the way Run way the little man Buju have the slam to rock you all night long Woman I see trouble T
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!)
The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me
(whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!)
The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!)
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
What we seeing is!
The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh)
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
(aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" (damn!)
The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole (what?!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!)
The
The Dance Of Demons lyrics
Deep into the Norse woods. Gathered around the fire, we danced in honour to death. Alone in the darkness of night. Dancing around the fire, we hail the demons of death. It`s the symphony of our destiny. Noone trespass on our land. Death waits for he who does. It`s the white mans dance. We are dancing with our demons. The demons within our flesh. This is the ultimate ecstasy. Nothing to compare it with. We have become one with de
cell, the bus, the ride, up North (uh-huh)Deep into the Norse woods. Gathered around the fire, we danced in honour to death. Alone in the darkness of night. Dancing around the fire, we hail the demons of death. It`s the symphony of our destiny. Noone trespass on our land. Death waits for he who does. It`s the white mans dance. We are dancing with our demons. The demons within our flesh. This is the ultimate ecstasy. Nothing to compare it with. We have become one with de
The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts (uhh!)
The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what?!)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened
(what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uhh!)
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
(uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile (aight!)
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
(damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
This here is all about!
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did
(uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls (uhh)
My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls (uhh)
My mo
Why lyrics
How many times do I have to try to tell you That I'm sorry for the things I've done But when I start to try to tell you That's when you have to tell me Hey...this kind of trouble's only just begun I tell myself too many times Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words That keep on falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Tell me... Why Why I may b
ther, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em (uhh!)How many times do I have to try to tell you That I'm sorry for the things I've done But when I start to try to tell you That's when you have to tell me Hey...this kind of trouble's only just begun I tell myself too many times Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words That keep on falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Falling from your mouth Tell me... Why Why I may b
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em
(uhh!) The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what?!)
The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap
The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uhh!)
The shit, hit the ceilin, little boy, with no feelin's
(damn) The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge
(aight!) Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me
(what?!) Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin with me
The dark, the light (uhh), my heart (uhh), the fight (uhh)
The wrong (uhh!), the right (uhh!), it's gone (uhh!), aight?
[Chorus 4X]
[DMX over Chorus]
Man listen
These motherfuckers don't know, who we are!
They don't know
They couldn't possibly fuckin know dawg
That's from the heart