Looptroop - Adrenaline Rush Lyrics
Adrenaline Rush, Adrenaline RushAdrenaline Rush, Adrenaline Rushyaya.. (Looptroop) Check it out. Looptroop Rockerz'99. David vs Goliath. Check it out ya ya ya, ha!Feel the heartbeat x4Feel the adrenaline rush[Promoe]My name P, still the same, word to GPY'all wanna test me, you must be CPI know that wasn't PC, politically correct to sayWell, neither is calling you gayHey man, I represent from V-ĺs to A-damAny damn day of the week might go spraycanFrom gas-stations to subway stationsRadio-stations, me and Embee on a vacationTravelling Europe in a bus, on a adrenaline rushWhy superstars travelling on egotrips? Because they must!Are you a big tree then I'm a small chainsawReady to massacre your ass and let the brains blowWith a strange flow, write rhymes till I'm feverishMake a beverage of *****-juice and the bloodOf average MC's, on stage I'm illin'So, after the show lecture girls for sexual healingMy microphone is like shower-curtain,Reveals the ***** truth, call me Promoe PerkinsA swedish psycho, travelling business class to Norway, BergenSetting off fire alarms, microphones I'm burning*****ing shit up like Norwegians in S-train-yardsDon't believe me? Check how I bless them barsWith the vocal joint, that'll be the new focal pointFor the whole hiphop-world, and still I'm just a little boyWith a passion for taxin' MC's till them in passionAppoint me the next chief, of financesYou better start giving some fine answersWe all know you're guilty, you lying bastardBetter dead that, talk out of your head crapBefore you hear yourself screaming "Oh no" like redratSmall-timers, so called rhymersStepping on stage got (old-timers) ((alzheimers))"Where am I?"This ain't battle-rhymes, it's battle cries, ancient warchampsMy name ain't Biggie, you don't get one more chanceRun off your mouth and I'll run you off the streetPromoe rules from the valley of the deepPeace to the valley of death, if you wanna stepThat'll be your last step, a promise, not a threatGot you nervous, like you on ????Mailbombs?, man, you need to gain pounds, manYou little feather-weight, get it straight, Promoe penetrateDrill a hole in the ground and turn up in the United StatesUnite with greats on the way up,Stay up like girls dressed in stay-up's, bombing lay-up'sWay after bed-time, you get dead rhymes,There'll be no resurrection, for my shitBrovaz go Cocoa like Smif-n-Wessun, no questionMics, spraycans and turntablesBringin the bloodrush like ?Martin Able?But more than once a month, got MC'sOn the midnight run, through the land of the midnight-sun,Sweden, Gotham City to GothenburgDon't give a ***** y'all, I'm from the city of a suburbP R O to the M O EMessing with me and you end up (a) ((in)) memoryR.I.P mural in the Ruhr-areaJag heter Mĺrten, kommer frĺn SverigeRepresent wackness, like Sizzla represents slacknessQuestion mark check-holders and blacknessThen when you're done licking the balls of Mad SkillzAnd Slick Rick take a suck on my big dickCause all I see is crews that bite, wack rhymes and wack micsMen are like rappers when they're over hypedOver-night-sensations: Promoe's your replacementI just to get down with my crew in the basementNow I get the place bent like someEinstein from the pavement, you sit back in amazementI write graffiti like some cavemanTo the future of two-thousand, signing out five-thousand
