Adrenaline Lyrics

Sub hook: Why they acting like there gully when they don't want war, listen if u aint raving why u come here for, kill that ice grilling I'm feeling u aint that raw, forget a fist fight, what do u think we done this for..X2

Scandal: Scandeez I strangle the mic, manhandle the mic, 16 spill and dismantle the mic, Mc's bout to get hanged in a line, choong fam yeah the whole gang on a rise, stay taking paper both hands in a pie, beef I'm well prepared stamp on a guy, they don't really want it see prang in their eyes aint no love for these wanna be bad silly guys , I merk the mic clean everytime, bun any rave it get wheel everytime.

Afix: merk a mic or 2, engineer for seven and I merk a cipher crew, live from the avenue, disperse the life, get it right, man a burst 2nite, we spit flame man a merging right, we drip pain on the curb and draw ur conclusion, I spit switch lanes arrange the transfusion, cant lose and 110 percent, were psycho-cimatic choong fam theatrics, we need therapy to chill like brake lights, should be rewarded in the source with 8 mics, and to mention drive like dirt bikes got hands on the pipe I supply the big bytes, cant with or bang with choong slang, restriction is standard like bun the klu clan.

Hook
(3 breaths) adrenalin
repeat 3 times
Sub hook

Afix: afix the name man a rep the pavement, spit flame, rip stage, man a rep the payment, for the double of my lines I assess the cases, in this game never sign just inspect the phases cos 80% of u man r not baiding and cameras r flashing relax it aint pay mission, forget a deterrent I'm tryin to get papers and choong click and a bang, we flaming em.

Scandal: merk a mic or 2, pure vibe, man they cant deny the truth spark a light or 2, sharp like knife in u. kill em on a riddim no they cant what I can do bars like bicycles, beats I'm riding thru , clash me son it aint advisable, flows like icicles, I aint following no trends I write the rules still see me rolling thru the ends all type of tools, get paid maintain from day to day, all I wanna do is get blazed then raise the game, I aint trying to get caged and waste away, flee like a renegade, money levitate trying to elevate, switch lanes like a get away, which way for the better cake, I put heart in the track true bars on the track class on a track, rip a kid apart it's a rap.

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Sub hook

Pyro: come flow with the greatest pro's wanna hate us, and a lot of fake boys wanna snake us, ho's wanna date us, so its brain for the givers and a lash for the takers, I plan to get some doe like a bakers and I got no love for time wasters baitest voice on the earth cos my bars are strong like henny with no chasers, p on the track, how greasy is that, leading the pack, still weaving the rats, its easy to rap, man I got it locked down from leeds to iraq, keep reading the stats were making big moves, p's to be stacked and take a big cruise, I got eyes on cribs with big pools, I'm a big boy I don't play with kid rules

(Thanks to Stuart for these lyrics)