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[feat. Buckshot, GZA, Tabi Bonney, Marco Polo] [Intro: Buckshot talking] Here we go! B.D.I., Buckshot, Mick Boogie and The Genius. (Tabi) Yeah! We in the spot. What up Mick Boogie? [Chorus x2: Peter Bjorn & John] I feel it Can you feel it? There's something in the air [Verse 1: Buckshot] Whoa B.D.I. back New plan of attack, I'm seein' y'all slack I got that Fuck 'em all when I'm bustin' off Cause y'all niggas will jump shit and ride dicks soon as Russell call Buckshot is his own boss I make my own game, feel my own pain, take my own loss Yeah, y'all niggas is so lost So far from really comin' out, you dumbin' out And what about? 50 spliff's a day Nowhere to go and ain't got shit to say Huh, shorty I'm talkin' to you SongtexteFuck with a broke nigga, keep your heart broke too Duke Keep fuckin' with them birds Watch your money fly away everyday, my word I serve Chicks like thirds And seconds but my weapon will let 'em have hers Little Buckshots, call 'em.22's Aimin' at niggas with tight jeans and funny shoes When I come through, everything stop I give a fuck if I said it enough, I'm Buckshot [Chorus x2: Peter Bjorn & John] I feel it Can you feel it? There's something in the air [Verse 2: Genius/GZA] Yo You couldn't strike a match for God, who's stoppin' me? Shouldn't play with fire Not know it's properties I'm at a billion Fahrenheit plus more But at the surface, a thousand times greater at the core Transform blunt to ashes and that to dust Soon as the lighter flashes then the levels adjust Because Science of breath We identify with Then I studied the lesson Then enhanced the fly gift I strike a cord with the vocal In no time Recirculate, resonate way beyond the local Travel with the mic in my hand I walk with it on scene with a lean like a bike and a stand 100, 000 light years Away from the average I came in the booth to civilize the savage These rhymes are fabric so I stretch the elastic Just another verse to father you bastards {echo} [Chorus x2: Peter Bjorn & John] I feel it Can you feel it? There's something in the air [Verse 3: Tabi Bonney] Give me a call girl Not the now now Telephone get you dialed into my world Profound sound boy, get it right now Toco Lomay get hype now Maiiiiiiiine Flicker of the light bulb I'm a member of the flight club Jet setter, airplane mode Me and your momma caught the same code Maiiiiine You my step-son Let's talk about it on a talk show There's more promo for me, young Next time I make sure she keep the door closed Test me, I'm goin' to your upper torso On the tour bus, we T. Bonney star dust Star Burst in my mouth Awkward This west African kid got stalkers Get so sick and tired, kids gettin' nauseous Uh [Chorus x8: Peter Bjorn & John] I feel it Can you feel it? There's something in the air Aus Songtexte Mania