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the flying dutchmen – 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 c-cker, meat hopper
mi casa, su casa, mood stopper, who shot ya?
the crew proper so f-ck 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-ck 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 -ss 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-cked, 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-cking 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

[outro: ian anderson]
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

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