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