Wombat, Devlin - Adrenaline lyrics

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
(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
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 coulda 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
'Cause, I've grown up where the fiends be
I ain't phased by a fed but
I bet when you see deez
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 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 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

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

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, 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