Adrenaline

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: WOMBAT]
Yeah
Adrenaline
And I'm never matched independant
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 (Get 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'm smashed off 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
Or you'll get blown up all because of what you wanna post up
Put your phone down
I'm known in my home town no doubt, wasn't easy
'Cause I've grown up where the fiends be
I ain't phased by a fed but I bet when you see D's
Then you froze up like a PC
Young MC, man, I rep with the veterans
Young MC and I rep with the legends
Young MC then I step to a set
And I get ten wheels 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 I'm racing a mix with a chaser, I'm raising another cup
First they hate, then later they sucking up
When I rock beats, you's don't 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

[Verse 2: Devlin]
Bring the rhythm, it's on
Send tunes round the world like Phileas Fog
It's the UK killer with the Wizard of Aus
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 Ivan Milat 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

[Verse 3: WOMBAT]
Yeah
Some cunts wanna act but they 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 can face all that
I was never phased or afraid of a scrap
Too many fake emcees wanna claim they're this, wanna claim they're 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

[Verse 4: Devlin]
Who, what, where, do they want it?
There’s a-million-and-nine topics in my psychotic
Mind, rottin', any given time
While I’m fightin' 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 their sidekicks
'Cause all I see's fire inside this
Booth when I wreck it
Two blue ticks, man, you get the message
Can’t be killed with a voodoo blessin'
Youse can’t fill these boots that I step in (Nah)
And I wouldn’t wanna do it again
But if I did, then I’d do it the same, I ain’t stressin'
Still carryin' a flame for the boys
To the east side of the River Thames and Essex