Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Explosiaaan!, artist - The Procussions. Album song Pro-Exclusive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.10.2014
Record label: The Procussions
Song language: English
Explosiaaan! |
| 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 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 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 |
| 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 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 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 |
| 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 |
| «EXPLOSIAAAN!» |