Adrenaline

[Intro] [?] [Verse 1: WOMBAT] Yeah Adrenaline And I'm never matched independant Guess I'm making other rappers irrelevant If you want war then fuck it, I'm clashing with ten of 'em Bet them crack heads are delicate Facts are developing, natural intelligence Rappers are jealous That Wombats back on the track and ahead of 'em Act like the devil will crash from the heavens, that's Genesis You'll get slapped for the hell of it (Get it?) Back like I never left Better yet, I'm back with Devlin No cracker match and it's actually evident Learn all the facts, I could burn 'em to ash And the tracks will be evidence I've been acting a mess when I'm smashed off my head again As I'm kicking back in the Meriton Filming, getting gassed up Talk shit, then you're getting smacked up like it's heroin I've got no love for a foe now, you get shown up in a show down Or you'll get blown up all because of what you wanna post up Put your phone down I'm known in my home town no doubt, wasn't easy 'Cause I've grown up where the fiends be I ain't phased by a fed but I bet when you see D's Then you froze up like a PC Young MC, man, I rep with the veterans Young MC and I rep with the legends Young MC then I step to a set And I get ten wheels but don't get upset just accept it Then I'm onto my next bitch I don't want her friendship, I just want sex with A lot of fake love, I just wanna take drugs and exit That's a break up like Brexit Jeez I ain't ever place as a runner up Like I'm racing a mix with a chaser, I'm raising another cup First they hate, then later they sucking up When I rock beats, you's don't wanna compete Get a cup of concrete, yeah mate, better toughen up All these cunts wanna claim they came from the gutter You came from your mother, cunt [Verse 2: Devlin] Bring the rhythm, it's on Send tunes round the world like Phileas Fog It's the UK killer with the Wizard of Aus No yellow brick road though Oh no Came from the road that's so cold, I'm in a frost There's many a monster on the concrete You don't want to write up that you're on beef Unless you're ready for a murder or loss Oh gosh, when I ran up on a record Every emcee claiming they're strong like metal gets levelled Please go ahead, be a rebel Dare that you dabble with the devil No way You've been on that, Jodie Foster in Contact Fuck the world, I'm beyond that Somewhere that I can't be seen in the machine So high I forget where I'm lost at Yo Wombat, hop on a flight in Australia and meet me in Transylvania And we'll kill these suckers, for real these fuckers are in it for it, major When I strike like back in the day Make a mic man wanna start backing away like the Moonwalk Move, don't be in my place Don't screw, get rude or be in my face I'm boozed up, I don't give two fucks, I don't care who's up I just wanna do stuff, wanna bring goons up Then you'll get moved up, no promotion of course You friggin' wait When I move like Ivan Milat through the outback with a very bad idea in my brain Devlin, you know the name Now play the collab while the track gets weighed [Verse 3: WOMBAT] Yeah Some cunts wanna act but they ain't on that When I been bashed, had a gun to my head Then smacked with a baseball bat But still stand staunch, I can face all that I was never phased or afraid of a scrap Too many fake emcees wanna claim they're this, wanna claim they're that But they ain't on shit, is it fake or fact? I could take on an army with arms in the military March in the Middle East, spark up my inner beast And release it and charge on a killing spree Harsh, but it's hard to believe it I'm just after some inner peace Too much drama, I gotta get far from the misery 'Cause I just wanna kick back Master of wizardry, sharp with delivery [Verse 4: Devlin] Who, what, where, do they want it? There’s a-million-and-nine topics in my psychotic Mind, rottin', any given time While I’m fightin' to find logic And I don’t think I’m gonna find it Wait, did someone put rizla on my eyelids? Step back, light ‘em and laugh with their sidekicks 'Cause all I see's fire inside this Booth when I wreck it Two blue ticks, man, you get the message Can’t be killed with a voodoo blessin' Youse can’t fill these boots that I step in (Nah) And I wouldn’t wanna do it again But if I did, then I’d do it the same, I ain’t stressin' Still carryin' a flame for the boys To the east side of the River Thames and Essex