The Procussions - Explosiaaan! Lyrics
Yo, microphone check one two who is this?Who's crew's relentless true few will witnessYou through the fences new school invented new rulesWe bent them bruised tooled and sent them, foolDoing the who's who dance with a pool queueBreaking my jewels to fake romance with a news crewAll I hear is loose stool, cool I'll reinvent themSnub 'em, stuff 'em full of wool and pull a Jim Henson!I got no malice intent, I'm like the Clipse campingMore like Chris Hansen at your phallic attemptsTo get these kids dancing.But I don't date lines, I keep them timelessLead them through the grape vine,Feed them to the wine pressYou know it takes time rhyming for the payoff1999 and can't seem to find a day offMight be hard to find in a scene full of AdolfsTeens with their hands up seen with their brains offGive me the beat!I'm awful lonely rockingAcapella's put me to sleep.Leave me a drum machine,I need the meter reaching the peakSpeaker to leak a sermonAnd turn it up and learn with your feet.And do that …, George Jefferson for the geeksThey yell attention, but these other rappers taking a seatI'm off my rocker like I'm Mel Gibson after the beepDelete, delete!Never mind that slight stutter I speak in broken EnglishAbout a scholarship short a degreeYeah, I ain't finished, but I'm well versed,And this verse well inside the curriculumOf Melle Mel, Mos Def, Eminem, …and themThat penetrates adamantium body typesYou … old flames death by water fightInnocent criminal profile identicalYour child expendable, no trial for himNow when the revolution strikes midnightIt's gonna hit 'em when we take to the streetsWith black hoodies and bags of Skittles.EXPLOSIAAAN!Haggler spitting what he sell on the crowdCould Gallagher make a hit without a melon around?Felon and proud pelican fly come on pelicanNow how that sound flamingoGringo like a smile leavingMy style beating any rap cliche leaving knots macrameWait! Wasn't that a rap clicheDropping raps like that call him cast awaysFor those who lack will-son back awayYou must be looking for that faster wayTwenty grand in your hand, planning on giving them cash for playTwenty spins for the win, but wait... what's your name again?A dime a dozen they say, more like a dollar nowEvery dog has a day, but where's your collar now?Ya'll getting carried away, why even bother nowChilds play, ya'll stay put,I'm calling your father now!EXPLOSIAAAN!
