Something in the Air - Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind, Vanderslice

In the air

There’s something in the air

Clinton, Obama, Osama Bin Laden

Spitting flow hotter, blow ganja, been rhymin'

Sipping Goldschlägers, show stopper, Benz drivin'

But whipping no Mazda, blow llamas, men firin'

The wolf in sheep’s clothing, deceiving the herd

'Bout to sneak a strike on you while I’m breathing the herb

Peep and observe, pull the chief to the curb and see what occurs

As I Hamburger Hill all your people with words

The heat will emerge like Jason Voorhees at the Lake Camp Crystal

Blazing four Swedes, now you can’t play cripple

Sing in short sleeves, all MCs blaze pistols

I came with four cheese and raw beats, got paid triple

It’s simple, beat rocker, heat cocker, meat hopper

Mi casa, su casa, mood stopper, who shot ya?

The crew proper so fuck a repair

If the cypher’s going on, put (something in the air)

I make your mental experimental

Watch the minister climb up

Filling in the atmosphere like Canibus

(Matter of fact, lay him flat on his back, yeah, that)

I make your mental experimental

Check my credentials, with pen and pencils

(Fuck all that, clack, clack)

(Lay him flat on his back, yeah, that)

Something in the air like we burning the piff

Bob Marley, Cheech & Chong, me hardly twirling a spliff

Copy carbon, I be hauling ass working with this

Flick of the hand, turn of the wrist, you burnt to a crisp

Reverse fusion flux eruption, blast furnace

Loose screws, nuts, you fucked, we blast burners

Burn slow, runners and gunners, the fast blunters

The truth like will turn ya to Nat Turners

Or Ike B and Tina, catch a case, misdemeanor

That’s 'cause she ain’t take my fucking suit to the cleaners

A super hero, super villain, I’m super illin'

The certified super in the buildin', the landlord

Lex Star scream mean when he transform

Crank like Jason Statham when he transport

Stand strong, a solid rock worker

Planet rock, gravity stop, clocks inertia

Time dilation, rhyme by the 'Dation

Found by the now riverside, lying naked

Wrapped in the pages of unique fabrics

A true beat savage, my crew speaks madness

Tongues of a lost text, long forgotten dialect

No man’s land where these MCs try to step

SOS, but he lost his flare

Caught by the Dutchmen, put (something in the air)

Foul weather

I make your mental experimental

Watch the minister climb up

Filling in the atmosphere like Canibus

(Matter of fact, lay him flat on his back, yeah, that)

I make your mental experimental

Check my credentials, with pen and pencils

(Fuck all that, clack, clack)

(Lay him flat on his back, yeah, that)

Death grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman

Death grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman

Death grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman

Death grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman