[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
$#&@ 'em all when I'm bustin' off
Cause y'all ^!$$%s will jump %#@! 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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! to say
Huh, shorty
I'm talkin' to you

$#&@ with a broke ^!$$%, keep your heart broke too
Duke
Keep $#&@in' 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 ^!$$%s with tight jeans and funny shoes

When I come through, everything stop
I give a $#&@ 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 !@$(s {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