Adrenaline - Devlin, Wombat

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