Adrenaline!

[Chorus: Black Thought] 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 Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Yo, adrenaline, yo, adrenaline [Verse 1: Black Thought] I'm in the eye of the storm where the pressure's on And emcees is dressed funny like a leprechaun I chop rappers up like chicken szechuan Sellin' squads off like a slave auction Ayo, my zodiac sign read "Caution" On stage, I make your seed to an orphan Yo, my age an algebraic equation Niggas want some? I hit 'em with 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 Erie Avenue to Oregon, y'all all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon enterin' The Roots instrumentalin' Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit We hit 'em like the L at 60th and Market South Philly clip a hole into a nigga pocket Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets Split back this like we the therapist Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Ha, ha, ha, yo, adrenaline [Verse 2: Malik B] Zigga-zigga-zigga, tryna get a grip and 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 buzzin' Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't Punked 'em with a dozen of pellets all in they skelet' Transform from the norm, start to brainstorm Yeah, Malik B from The Roots, he ain't gone I took the wrong exit, the sign said Langhorne I'm trapped up in about five worlds with live pearls Shout to Armour Akquan whose name is Jalil The moat is deep water, so let your hand expand in Commandin', takin' you back like Knots Landing I'm Ralph Kramden, we out, you'll see in Hampton, yo What the—, what the—, what the—, what the—, what, what, what, what? Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot Didn't figure how to conquer it yet, but still I plot once again [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Ha, ha, ha, yo, adrenaline [Verse 3: 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 sausages Underwater rap, you know who the boss'll send North Philly, baby, that's where that Raw shit is You'll get blown out the sky once shit get targeted AD, divine rhymes, 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 you're gettin' carpeted You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids Me against you's like Kane 'gainst The Partridges You wanna battle? Change your name to The Forfeiters 'Cause that's what you do, face to face with raw niggas I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Ha, ha, ha, yo, adrenaline [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them Kick in the door with my boys, get to riotin' First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire him Tape him up, grip his hands, and plier them Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin' 'em? Don't die in the shit that you lyin' in I 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 seat, watchin' Iverson First-class aircrafts what I'm flyin' in To LA, 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' them Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin' 'em Ran up in y'all spot with Rob and them Grew up two-four with Pie and them But do my dirt 21st with Kyle and them Nigga, Pop, nigga, Buzz, little Mark and 'em Brother news, nigga schooled, Marley Park and 'em 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 Illadelph foul streets what I'm stompin' in [Chorus: Black Thought] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Ha, ha, ha, yo, adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Ha, ha, ha, yo, adrenaline [Outro] Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain, 'gain 'Gain, ladies and gentlemen Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain, 'gain Adrenaline, adrenaline Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain Ladies and gentlemen