Answer:
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language.
I grow up while growing down
What has to be broken before you can use it?
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
Special abilities and brightly colored underwear are all you need to be one of these.