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