The Flying Dutchmen - Something in the Air lyrics
[The Flying Dutchmen - Something in the Air lyrics]
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
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