Jon Murdock - Something in the Air lyrics

[Intro] In the air There's something in the air [Verse 1: Jon Murdock] 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 co*ker, meat hopper Mi casa, su casa, mood stopper, who shot ya? The crew proper so f** a repair If the cypher's going on, put (something in the air) [Hook: F.T., Pharoahe Monch] 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 (f** all that, clack, clack) (Lay him flat on his back, yeah, that) [Verse 2: Lex Starwind] Something in the air like we burning the piff Bob Marley, Cheech & Chong, me hardly twirling a spliff Copy carbon, I be hauling a** 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 f**ed, 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 f**ing 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 [Hook: F.T., Pharoahe Monch] 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 (f** all that, clack, clack) (Lay him flat on his back, yeah, that) [Outro: Ian Anderson] d**h grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman d**h grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman d**h grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman d**h grinning like a scarecrow, Flying Dutchman