Video Explosiaaan de Procussions 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Procussions - Explosiaaan Lyrics

Explosiaaan! Song Lyrics
Explosiaaan! by Procussions 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 jewels 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 death 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!