5 minutes
Yo Check this out
Welcome to the stage where you can
Feel the heat
From the bodies pressed together just to hear you speak
Yo, I wonder
What makes you wanna stand in line
Will they step to the jam and understand the rhyme
It’s almost show-time
When we enter the show case and we’re
Eye to eye
Face to face
With my people that be filling the place, I listen as
Music starts filling the space
What’s occupied by empty nest
Left by anticipation
Be hell to get your spot
Yo, they’re
Tired of waiting. Better start praying
My spirituality checks
Like a moment of truth
Or a reality check
Plus, it sets the mood
It’s easy to forget what is true
If I lost focus on the why and who
And the where
It’s right here
Right now. The backstage
We hopin’ to raise some eye brows
Cause, hey
We might ground ‘til the lights go
Down at the ve-nue
I’m hoping that they
Let us continue like encore
We got more
If they want more
To unlock doors (is)
The reason why we came on tour
You want s’more?
I think about the path laid before us/If you
wanna be prepared
We better practice before it’s like
One, two, three, four
Hey (hey) you (you), out there
We bringing it live
All you listening, rise
So tell a friend that
We (we) just (just) want to spread love (that’s all)
The Procussions came to do it for y’all (say)
(x2)
Why? Who’s voice-over am I supposed to be doing?
You’re supposed to get strolls
Chill, chill
We’ll get it/ we’ll get it
The stage is set for the proceeding event
Start time’s around nine/ I guess we’ll go around ten
Throw the promos in better
And the merchant will purchase
The first to the venue
But the last to get a sound check.
Perfect image for the master of conversation
The kids attacking the entrance
From the inauguration to the finish
They listening to the headline & act
So the goal is to expand the attention span enough for us
We gotta get’em up in hits
Leave the opening act
The underdogs’ struggling with the mission
And humble beginnings / begin rehearsing the show, reciting each line
Yo Procussions, five minutes to show time
Yo, seven minutes ago
My arms full, eyes closed
Now all boarded by the guy at the door
I’ll just blow up with the sole of my feet
Feeling grounded indeed
I’m prison guard for the rap that I breathe
We proceed in the rant stage right
Only guided by the sound of a kick
Wall bricks red lights
I’m seeing a small fight in front row
The blows get thrown
Exchanging words and now it’s under control
Clock is telling me it’s quarter to ten
I’m telling Jay that I’m ready
But can’t remember how the chorus begins
In my mind, I got it almost right
And just then, I hear a voice speaking into the mic.
…go down
So right about now we got Mr. Jay, Rez & Maestro of the Procussions
Ready to come out here and rock it for y’all
For real, you need to pack the front because these brothas… (fade)
Here we go
One, two, three, four
Hey (hey) you (you), out there
We bringing it live
All you listening, rise
So tell a friend that
we (we) just (just) want to spread love (that’s all)
the Procussions came to do it for y’all (say)
(x2)