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Adrenaline!

by The Roots

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

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