Roots - Adrenaline! lyrics
rate me[Scratch intro]<br />
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Chorus [Black Thought and Scratch] 2x<br />
Once again 'gain<br />
Once again 'gain<br />
Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen<br />
Once again 'gain<br />
Once again 'gain<br />
Once again 'gain 'gain<br />
Yo, Adrenaline<br />
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[Black Thought]<br />
Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on<br />
And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan<br />
I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan<br />
Sells a squads off like a slave auction<br />
Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution<br />
On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan<br />
Yo, my age an algebraic equation<br />
Niggas want some? I hit em wit a portion<br />
Son, The Fifth foursome, armed at the door son<br />
M-illi-tilla, Dice Raw, quick draw son<br />
You don't want no more son? That's when more come<br />
And drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done<br />
Ladies and gentlemen<br />
Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling<br />
Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit<br />
We hit em like the L at 60th and Market<br />
South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it<br />
Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets<br />
Split back this like we the therapist<br />
Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again<br />
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Chorus<br />
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[Malik B]<br />
Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up<br />
Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt<br />
You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin<br />
Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't<br />
Punked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skelet<br />
Transform, from the norm, start to brainstorm<br />
Yeah Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone<br />
I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne<br />
I'm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearls<br />
Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil<br />
The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it<br />
Demandin, takin you back like Knotts Landing<br />
I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton<br />
Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the<br />
Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot<br />
Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again<br />
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Chorus<br />
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[Dice Raw]<br />
Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostages<br />
Rappers see me, hide they face like ostriches<br />
Dice'll grind your brain into little sausages<br />
Underwater rap, you know who the bosses is<br />
North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is<br />
You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative<br />
A-D devise rise, I fathered it<br />
So when you see me on the street, don't bother kid<br />
Just be on your merry way, or you might get slit<br />
Ask around, wonderin what Dice Raw did<br />
Lay you on floors like ya gettin carpeted<br />
You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids<br />
Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges<br />
You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters<br />
'cause that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas<br />
I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again<br />
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Chorus<br />
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[Beanie Siegal]<br />
They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them<br />
Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin<br />
First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire em<br />
Tape em up, grip his hands, and plyer em<br />
Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin em?<br />
Don't die in the shit that you lyin in<br />
Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin em<br />
Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin him<br />
Paid the front row seat watchin Iverson<br />
First class air crafts what I'm flyin in<br />
To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them<br />
Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them<br />
Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin em<br />
Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin them<br />
Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them<br />
Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and em<br />
But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them<br />
Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them<br />
Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them<br />
Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em<br />
I know shit right now gettin dark to them<br />
Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin em<br />
Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on em<br />
These Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin in once again<br />
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Chorus<br />
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[Scratch outro]
