Lyrics Adrenaline - Devlin, Wombat

Adrenaline

Yeah
Adrenaline
End another match and a pen
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
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 smacked up 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
You got blown up all because of what you wanna post up
Put your phone down
And I’m known in my home town no doubt, wasn’t easy
'Cos I’ve grown up where the fiends be
I ain’t phased by a fed but I bet when you see deez
And you throw love like a PC
Young emcee man I rep with the veterans
Young emcee and I rep with the legends
Young emcee then I step to a set
And I get 10 mills 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 a race in the mix with the chaser, I’m raising another cup
First they hate, then later they sucking up
When I rock beats, you’s just 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
Bring the rhythm, it’s on
Send tunes 'round the world like Phileas Fog
It’s the UK killer with the Wizard of Oz
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 I live my life 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
Yeah
Some cunts wanna act but I 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 could face on that
I was never phased or afraid of a scrap
Too many fake emcees wanna claim they’re this, wanna claim their 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
Who, what, where, do they want it?
There’s a million and nine topics in my psychotic mind, rotting
Any given time, while I’m fighting 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 the sidekicks
'Cause all I see is fire inside this, booth when I wreck it
Two blue ticks, man you get the message
Can’t be killed with the voodoo blessed
Youse can’t fill these boots that I step in
And I wouldn’t wanna do it again but if I did then I’d do it the same I ain’t
stressing
Still carrying the flame for the boys of the east side of the River Thames and
Essex