Roots (The) - Adrenaline текст песни

[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



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[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



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[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



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[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



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