The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (uhh!)
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, Harlem (c'mon!)
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!)

What do you say about a brotha who has the name of a dog tattoed on his back, close to three million records sold of a debut album, and the hottest sound and image on the street? You'd call that man DMX. 'One Love Boomer' the tat reads, shoulder to shoulder, It's Dark And Hell Is Hot is the first effort still in Billboard's top twenty, and kids around the world are growling, barking, rhyming in short bursts of rough ghetto energy, anything to imitate an artist they would have no problem calling hero. Some of his amazing tracks are Who we be, We right here, ruff ryder anthem, what these bitches want and the list goes on and on and on.

LP's                                                                The great depression                               Its Dark and Hell is Hot                          Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood  And then... the was X  CLICK HERE TO VISIT DMX fan PAGE.