I can feel it in the air
My Spidey-Senses is tinglin'
(Feel somethin') Got my radars up
I can feel it in the air

Somethin' goin' on, I feel funny
Can't tell me nothin' different, my nose twitchin'
Intuition settin' in like Steve vision
I still close my eyes, I still see visions
Still hear that voice in the back of my mind
So what I do? I still take heed, I still listen
I still paint that perfect picture
I still shine bright like a prism
My words still skippin' through air
I know you can't, don't, won't get it
You niggas chose to ride that ship, sunk with it
I'm still afloat
I ain't the captain of the yacht but I'm on the boat
I ain't actin' what I'm not knowin' that I don't
You niggas acting like you will, but I know you won't
I read between the lines of the eyes and your brows
Your handshake ain't matchin' your smile, uh-uh, you niggas foul

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can hear it in your voice
I can feel it in the air

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at hammers
Ready to go bananas
Two vests on me, two TECs, extra clips on me
I know my mind ain't playin' tricks on me
I ain't schiz', homie
Ain't nobody dropped a mick on me
Its like they tryna plot or sit on me
I hear this voice in the back of my mind
Like, "Mack, tighten up your circle before they hurt you"
Read they body language
Eighty-five percent communication non-verbal
Eighty-five percent swear they know you
Ten percent, you know they stories
Man, the other five, time'll show you, just know you
Then pull they strings, you the puppet-master
Fuck them other bastards, man, watch who you puffin' after
Play your cards, go against all odds
Shoot for the moon, if you miss, you still amongst those stars

I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air (I ain't scared, nigga, I ain't goin' nowhere)
I can hear it in your voice (can you feel it?)
I can feel it in the air (can you feel me?)

Can you feel the grim reaper floatin'?
Foul preacher quotin' scriptures from Revelation
To talk shit and got the devil waitin'
Body gettin' stiff, soul levitatin'
Why do I speak blasphemy?
Knowing one day they will ask for me
As for my sins, no one will feel his wrath for me
I go through it so you wouldn't do it after me
As for me, I'm still circlin' the block before I'm parkin'
Not bitchin', I'm just still cautious
Same black parka
Same Uzi, extra clip, still clappin' with that same Lorcin
Damn, I feel it in the air, you not sincere
Nigga, it ain't a "us" or "we" or "I'ma" thing
It's a good-bad karma thing, this a song men of honor sing
I swear I feel something, honestly

I can feel it in the air (I can feel it, I can feel it)
I can feel it in the air (I can feel it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can feel it in the air (ooh, yeah)
I can hear it in your voice (ooh)
I can feel it in the air (I can)
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air (I can feel it)
I can hear it in your voice (in your voice, in your voice)
I can feel it in the air

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Writer(s): Dave Lewis, Dwight Grant, Dwight Myers