Procussions - Explosiaaan! lyrics

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, fool Doing the who's who dance with a pool queue 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 date lines, 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 Give me the beat! I'm awful lonely rocking Acapella's put me to sleep. Leave me a drum machine, I need the meter reaching the peak Speaker to leak a sermon And turn it up and learn with your feet. And do that ?, George Jefferson for the geeks They yell attention, but 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 About 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, ?and them That penetrates adamantium body types You ? 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. EXPLOSIAAAN! 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 cliche leaving knots macrame Wait! Wasn't that a rap cliche Dropping raps like that call him cast aways For those who lack will-son back away You must be looking for that faster way Twenty grand in your hand, planning on giving them cash for play Twenty 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! EXPLOSIAAAN!