Lyric Adrenaline
[Featuring Beanie Seagal, Dice Raw]
[Scratch - intro]
[Chorus]
Once again, gain
Once again, gain
Once again, gain, gain
Ladies and Gentlemen
Once again, gain
Once again, gain
Once again, gain, gain
Yo, adrenaline
[Dice Raw]
Yo, I m in the eye of the storm where the pressure s on
And MC s are dressed funny like a leprichaun
I chop rappers like chicken suizceiun
Send a squad off like a slave auction
Yo my zodiac sign read caution
On stage, I ll make your seed to an orphan
Yo, my agent have to break equation
Niggas want some? I hit em with a portion
Son of fifth foursome, armed at the door, son
In milita, 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 a weapon at the gate
Upon enterting The Roots instruemtalin
Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit
We hit em like The L on 60th and Market
South Philly click will hold it til a nigga park it
Take sneaks, chains and rings and braclets
Split back, just like we the therapist
Adrenaline, fifth mic terrorist
Once again
[Chorus]
[Malik B]
Nigga, nigga, niggas tryin to get a grip
Bu still slip, so lift me up
Ever since I was a pup I was designed to erupt
You get to know me, you ll poke me slowly
When caught fussin
Some niggas thoguht they was, when of course they wasn t
Punked em with the dozen
The pellets all in they skellet
Transform from the norm, start the brainstorm
Yeah, Malik B from The Roots, he ain t gone
I took the wrong exit, the sings to lay on
I m trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls
Shouts to armour and ??? whose name Jahlil
The moat is deep water so let your hand expand in
Demandin , taking you back like Knots Landing
And Ralph Cramdon, we out, you ll see in Hampton
Yo, what what what what what what the...?
I get wicked on this concrete earth until I rot
Didn t figure how to conquer it yet
But still I rock once again
[Chorus]
[Dice Raw]
Beans passed the mac and we held em, like hostages
Rappers see me hide they face, like ostriches
Dice ll grind your brain into little sasuages
Under water rap, you know who the bosses is
North Philly, baby, that s where that raw shit is
You get blown out the sky once you get talkin it
Hey, take the vibe raw, I fathered it
And 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 you gettin carpeted
You need a special kind of mic, for retarded kids
Me against you s like Kang vs. The Partridges
Wanna battle? change your name to the forfeiters
Cuz that s what you do, faced to face with raw niggas
I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters
Once again
[Chorus]
[Beanie Seagal]
They used to talk shit, but I m a quiet em
Kick in the door with my boys, stick to fryin em
First nigga that flinch, I m a fire him
Tape him up, grip his hands, and plyer them
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 a front row seats, watchin Iverson
First class air crash when 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 that I m drivin em
Used to hustle round bars, y all was robbin em
Run all up in yo spot with Rob and em
Grew up, two-four, with Pry and em
But do my dirt, twenty first, with Kyle and them
Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them
Brother knews, nigga schooled Marly Park and them
Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em
I know shit right now gettin dark to them
Tore their body all up, ain t no chalkin em
To sharp for them, move out in the dark on em
These Illadel foul streets when I m stompin em
[Chorus]
[Scratch - outro]
[Scratch - intro]
[Chorus]
Once again, gain
Once again, gain
Once again, gain, gain
Ladies and Gentlemen
Once again, gain
Once again, gain
Once again, gain, gain
Yo, adrenaline
[Dice Raw]
Yo, I m in the eye of the storm where the pressure s on
And MC s are dressed funny like a leprichaun
I chop rappers like chicken suizceiun
Send a squad off like a slave auction
Yo my zodiac sign read caution
On stage, I ll make your seed to an orphan
Yo, my agent have to break equation
Niggas want some? I hit em with a portion
Son of fifth foursome, armed at the door, son
In milita, 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 a weapon at the gate
Upon enterting The Roots instruemtalin
Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit
We hit em like The L on 60th and Market
South Philly click will hold it til a nigga park it
Take sneaks, chains and rings and braclets
Split back, just like we the therapist
Adrenaline, fifth mic terrorist
Once again
[Chorus]
[Malik B]
Nigga, nigga, niggas tryin to get a grip
Bu still slip, so lift me up
Ever since I was a pup I was designed to erupt
You get to know me, you ll poke me slowly
When caught fussin
Some niggas thoguht they was, when of course they wasn t
Punked em with the dozen
The pellets all in they skellet
Transform from the norm, start the brainstorm
Yeah, Malik B from The Roots, he ain t gone
I took the wrong exit, the sings to lay on
I m trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls
Shouts to armour and ??? whose name Jahlil
The moat is deep water so let your hand expand in
Demandin , taking you back like Knots Landing
And Ralph Cramdon, we out, you ll see in Hampton
Yo, what what what what what what the...?
I get wicked on this concrete earth until I rot
Didn t figure how to conquer it yet
But still I rock once again
[Chorus]
[Dice Raw]
Beans passed the mac and we held em, like hostages
Rappers see me hide they face, like ostriches
Dice ll grind your brain into little sasuages
Under water rap, you know who the bosses is
North Philly, baby, that s where that raw shit is
You get blown out the sky once you get talkin it
Hey, take the vibe raw, I fathered it
And 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 you gettin carpeted
You need a special kind of mic, for retarded kids
Me against you s like Kang vs. The Partridges
Wanna battle? change your name to the forfeiters
Cuz that s what you do, faced to face with raw niggas
I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters
Once again
[Chorus]
[Beanie Seagal]
They used to talk shit, but I m a quiet em
Kick in the door with my boys, stick to fryin em
First nigga that flinch, I m a fire him
Tape him up, grip his hands, and plyer them
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 a front row seats, watchin Iverson
First class air crash when 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 that I m drivin em
Used to hustle round bars, y all was robbin em
Run all up in yo spot with Rob and em
Grew up, two-four, with Pry and em
But do my dirt, twenty first, with Kyle and them
Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them
Brother knews, nigga schooled Marly Park and them
Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin em
I know shit right now gettin dark to them
Tore their body all up, ain t no chalkin em
To sharp for them, move out in the dark on em
These Illadel foul streets when I m stompin em
[Chorus]
[Scratch - outro]
