The Procussions - EXPLOSIAAAN! lyrics

"EXPLOSIAAAN!" [Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros] Yo, microphone check one two who is this Who's crew's relentless true few will witness You through the fences new school invented new rules We bent them bruised tooled and sent them Fooled doing the who's who dance with a pool que Breaking my j**els to fake romance with a news crew All I hear is loose stool, cool I'll reinvent them Snub em stuff em full of wool and pull a Jim Henson I got no malice intent I'm like the Clipse camping More like Chris Hansen at your phallic attempts to get these kids dancing But I don't Datelines I keep them timeless Lead them through the grape vine Feed them to the wine press You know it takes time rhyming for the payoff 1999 and can't seem to find a day off Might be hard to find in a scene full of Adolfs Teens with their hands up seen with their brains off [Verse 2 Stro Elliot] Give me the beat I'm awful lonely rockin A Capella's put me to sleep Leave me a drum machine I need the meter reachin the peak Speaker to leak a sermon, turn it up and learn with your feet And do that Sherman Hemsley, George Jefferson for the geeks They yell Attention, why these other rappers taking a seat? I'm off my rocker like I'm Mel Gibson after the beep Delete...delete... Never mind that slight stutter I speak in broken English Bout a scholarship short a degree Yeah, I ain't finished But I'm well versed, and this verse well inside the curriculum Of Melle Mel, Mos Def, Eminem, Rakim and them That........penetrates adamantium body types You Rony Seikaly, old flames d**h by water fight Innocent criminal profile identical Your child expendable, no trial for him Now when the revolution strikes midnight It's gonna hit em' when we take to the streets With black hoodies and bags of Skittles [Hook] "EXPLOSIAAAN!" [Verse 3 Mr. J. Medeiros] Haggler spitting what he sell on the crowd Could Gallagher make a hit without a melon around Felon and proud pelican fly come on pelican Now how that sound flamingo Gringo like a smile leaving My style beating any rap cliché leaving knots macramé Wait wasn't that a rap cliché Dropping raps like that call him cast aways For those who lack will-son back away [Verse 4 Stro Elliot] You must be looking for that faster way 20 grand in your hand, planning on giving them cash for play 20 spins for the win, but wait...what's your name again? A dime a dozen they say, more like a dollar now Every dog has a day, but where's your collar now Ya'll getting carried away, why even bother now Childs play, ya'll stay put I'm calling your father now [Hook] "EXPLOSIAAAN!"