Roots - Adrenaline! Lyrics
[scratch intro]Chorus [black thought and scratch] 2xOnce again gainOnce again gainOnce again gain gain ladies and gentlemenOnce again gainOnce again gainOnce again gain gainYo, adrenaline[black thought]Yo Im in the eye of the storm, where the pressures onAnd mcs is dressed funny like a leprechuanI chop rappers up like chicken seczuanSells a squads off like a slave auctionAiyyo my zodiac sign read cautionOn stage, I make your seed to an or-phanYo, my age an algebraic equationNiggas want some? I hit em wit a portionSon, the fifth foursome, armed at the door sonM-illi-tilla, dice raw, quick draw sonYou dont want no more son? thats when more comeAnd drag a nigga eerie avenue to oregon, youre all doneLadies and gentlemenSelect the weapon at the gate upon entering, the roots instrumentalingSpark shit, them niggas try to talk shitWe hit em like the l at 60th and marketSouth philly clip a hold into a nigga park itTake sneaks, chains and rings and braceletsSplit back this like we the therapistAdrenaline, fifth mic terrorist, once againChorus[malik b]Zigga zigga zigga tryin to get a grip but still slip, so lift me upEver since I was a pup I was designed to erruptYou get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzinSome niggas thought they was, when of course they wasntPunked em wit a dozen of pellets all in they skeletTransform, from the norm, start to brainstormYeah malik b from the roots, he aint goneI took the wrong exit, the sign said langhorneIm trapped up in about five worlds wit live pearlsShouts to armour akquan whos name is jalilThe moat is deep water so let your hand expand itDemandin, takin you back like knotts landingIm ralph cramdon, we out, youll see in hamptonYo what the what the what the, what the what the what thePivot on this concrete earth until I rotDidnt figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once againChorus[dice raw]Beans passed the mack and we held em, like hostagesRappers see me, hide they face like ostrichesDicell grind your brain into little sausagesUnderwater rap, you know who the bosses isNorth philly baby, thats where that raw shit isYoull get blown out the sky once you get talkativeA-d devise rise, I fathered itSo when you see me on the street, dont bother kidJust be on your merry way, or you might get slitAsk around, wonderin what dice raw didLay you on floors like ya gettin carpetedYou need a special kind of mic for retarded kidsMe against yous like kane verse the partridgesYou wanna battle, change your name to the forfeitersCuz thats what you do, face to face wit raw niggasI give you a bad case of the *****ed-up jitters, once againChorus[beanie siegal]They used to talk shit, but ima quiet themKick in the door wit my boys stick to riotinFirst nigga that flinch, ima fire emTape em up, grip his hands, and plyer emKnow the bricks is in here, where you hidin em?Dont die in the shit that you lyin inUsed to get fronted bricks, now Im buyin emUsed to cop off my man, now Im supplyin himPaid the front row seat watchin iversonFirst class air crafts what Im flyin inTo l.a., shaq, eddie, kobe bryant and themSave the jokes for chris tucker, richard pryor and themUsed to shotgun in cars, now Im drivin emUsed to hustle round bars, yall was robbin themRan up in yall spot wit rob and themGrew up, two-four, wit pie and emBut do my dirt, 21st, wit kyle and themNigga pop, nigga buzz, little mark and themBrother news, nigga schooled marley park and themNigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin emI know shit right now gettin dark to themTore they body all up, aint no chalkin emToo sharp for them, move out in the dark on emThese illadel foul streets what Im stompin in once againChorus[scratch outro]
