Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Adrenaline Rush the Saga Continues..., artist - Twista.
Date of issue: 16.09.2007
Song language: English
Adrenaline Rush the Saga Continues... |
I’m bringing pain like two bad nurses |
In the pain from these here motherfuckin' verses |
Ridiculous thirstses involving hearses |
To the dirt shit first picks and usin' autos to work with |
Slugs to the shirt shit (just to squirt shit) |
I’m hitting it with an expert kick |
And burst 'til the earth split leave you hurt bitch |
Show you how worser than worst get in the zone |
See the vein when the pain repel |
And then they closin' the curtains bitch |
(When adrenaline’s pumpin') |
I don’t understand discussion, only hear certain shit |
I’m a misunderstood nigga, and I’m off my square |
High got me reversin' clips and dispersin' shit |
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel |
To make me wanna jump off of the edge? |
I’m charged up like Scarface gettin' shot up on the ledge |
No pain, instead of 'caine I took a blunt off to the head |
(So tell me what it said) |
Retaliate with lethal repercussion |
I feel the reefer rushin' |
To go into thangs like it’s a wicked stick |
Took the Benadryl, hot like I’m finna steal |
To get the kickin' shit |
For niggas and bitches that I kick it with |
I was born to get you pumped up |
It’s like some lead bust |
'Cause I give motherfuckers a head rush |
Then yo' heads bust when you jumped up |
'Cause what I said must’ve got you geeked |
My eyes red, puffed |
From smokin' shit that niggas hit on to die |
Make me wanna slip the clip on the side |
And if you act a bitch on the side |
If we have to then the whole Westside’ll let the shit go on |
And ride when the trigga bust |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump |
When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make a trigger pick up and dump |
So turn the bass, kick up and bump |
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump |
When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make a trigger pick up and dump |
So turn the bass, kick up and bump |
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk |
Pullin' up and bailin' out like we’re carsick |
I’m ready to start shit |
Started buryin' some heads like an ostrich |
Unload the whole cartridge |
And throw the shells in the garbage |
The hardest of motherfuckers could never achieve |
What I’ve accomplished |
Yung Buk’s my accomplice |
Located his existence with my sixth sense like a compass |
And started on a journey to establish to stop this |
Worshipped in the hearts of all the niggas to get 'em charged |
What’s the real reason? |
All you haters tried to murder me, so now it’s kill season |
And even though I’m still bleedin' |
I’ma keep comin' because I’m still breathin' |
And y’all can’t trace me |
I’m burying my victims in the wall like Gacy, too lyrical |
And since the snip of my umbilical, these flows been critical |
My music is miracle, it’s like I’m biblical |
Kill like I’m nuttier than Buddy Love |
And still wouldn’t leave a bloody glove |
And start the truck up |
And speed the fuck up |
Getaway, smokin' the blunt up |
Adrenaline pumpin' veins, erupt, I’m pumped up |
And I’m calibrated at 360 degrees |
See that’s 300 niggas that’s gon' die |
'Bout 60 slugs to do this deed |
(Psycho Drama) |
We too much for the industrialist to fuck with this |
On the brink of fuckin' up some shit |
Dismantle, deduct some shit |
It’s hard to imagine what niggas got nerves to do |
(What niggas got nerves to do) |
So I guess I’ll just take that fuckin' nerve from you |
Then think what I’m on the verge to do |
And I got the urge to ooh, let semi close yo' curtains fool |
From killin' the verses fool |
I be one of the worstest, dude |
(You the who?) |
I’m the worstest |
Look about 9 millimeters above your surface |
Unleash these thangs then I defeat yo' purpose |
Bitch you hurtin' |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump |
When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make a trigger pick up and dump |
So turn the bass, kick up and bump |
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump |
When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh |
Let your adrenaline rush |
Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump |
To make a trigger pick up and dump |
So turn the bass, kick up and bump |
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk |
Let your adrenaline rush |