Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Adrenaline, artist - Wrekonize. Album song The War Within, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.06.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Adrenaline |
Adrenaline |
Open up the vein get a bit insane better train |
Jane to be shelling me in sentimental cellophane |
Wrek is aimed higher than the heavens on a weather vane |
Better stay ready man if you sleeping get a lane |
(Wake up) Time to get a better brain |
Fly over rooftops i don’t need to shed a thang |
Lighter than a feather when I fly cause I’m clever |
But I still drop bombs like a military aero plane |
This’ll be epitome of energy get up |
And get it physically or bleed for the remedy |
I think it’s gonna be a murder of the gimmicky |
Silliest motherfuckers who been acting like they getting g’s |
Let the conquest go critics and cynics in it to bomb Wrek’s flow |
Millions of minutes we get them all left low |
I been on that show with a Comcast soul |
I’ll connect you get your extra decks to lecture necks snapping the best of |
People in Miami out over into the rest of the world wide sector |
I never felt this free before in all my freaking life |
These inhibitions clearly need to cease to be denied |
Cause you and I will ride until the sun is in our sights |
I don’t know how else to describe it but it’s nice |
When it’s all up in my bloodstream (Bloodstream) |
Deep inside my bloodstream (Bloodstream) |
I can feel it in my bloodstream (Bloodstream) |
It’s been released into the bloodstream |
Let’s hope this kind of feeling never dies |
(You can feel it in your veins, adrenaline) |
Shake shack vibe with a payback line |
Tell 'em to leave him be in the cave that’s fine |
Reclusive dude with loosey tunes a nuisance |
All up in the business with an 8 track grind |
I sat up with a boombox and threw thoughts |
In Hollywood Miamis little version of the boondocks |
We beat up on the trash cans and who thought |
I’d take it the level we all know only a few rock |
Better than the beef ends |
Tell 'em to get packing with the backing of the defense |
I wanna just see a sequence decent |
These motherfuckers coming up to challenge us in sequins |
I came to change the lame brains |
Refrain the same game and stake the name claim |
Let’s see if they can get it with no credit overzealous |
And they bet it all down on the fake estate fame |
So many niggas wanna come at the Crooked and let a couple of shots |
Spin me around like I’m a featherweight, not knowing that I’m heavyweight |
Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate |
When I regulate, I hit the streets like I never ate |
I click heat and I never wait, I wouldn’t hesitate |
To strap a time bomb to myself and hug you until it detonate |
You’re 6 feet, I’m 11'8'‘ |
And if I told you once, I told you twice |
I hold the guns, I’m so precise, so run, nigga, run |
When the soldier come, I’m cold as ice |
So hold your tongue or roll the dice, you’re done when I come |
I’m a poltergeist, I’m givin' ‘em rhythm quick as a cobra strikes |
Kill 'em and kill 'em again |
The shots stole your life, you should’ve known the price |
Killer that holds the knife to your throat and slice |
And when I’m creepin' by, I’m dippin' the ‘Lac |
Homie the reason I’m, rippin' the gat is to go «BRRAT, BRRAT» |
Then your people die, nigga, blink your eye |
I’ll put you on your back quicker than that, uh |