Lyrical Breakdown of Adrenaline! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Adrenaline!" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how The Roots feat. Dice Raw & Beanie Sigel weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Adrenaline!" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Roots feat. Dice Raw & Beanie Sigel employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to The Roots feat. Dice Raw & Beanie Sigel's narrative.

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Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain, ya, Adrenaline

Yo, Adrenaline

Yo I'm in the eye of the storm, where the pressure's on

And MC's is dressed funny like a leprechuan

I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan

Sells a squads off like a slave auction

Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution

On stage, I make your seed to an or-phan

Yo, my age an algebraic equation

Niggas want some? I hit 'em wit 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 Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done

Ladies and gentlemen

Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling

Spark shit, them niggas try to talk shit

We hit 'em like the L at 60th and Market

South Philly clip a hold into a nigga park it

Take sneaks, chains and rings and bracelets

Split back this like we the therapist

Adrenaline, Fifth mic terrorist, once again

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

Zigga zigga zigga tryin' to get a grip but still slip, so lift me up

Ever since I was a pup I was designed to errupt

You get to know me, you poke me slowly, when caught puzzin'

Some niggas thought they was, when of course they wasn't

Punked 'em wit 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 wit live pearls

Shouts to Armour Akquan who's name is Jalil

The moat is deep water so let your hand expand it

Demandin', takin' you back like Knotts Landing

I'm Ralph Cramdon, we out, you'll see in Hampton

Yo what the what the what the, what the what the what the

Pivot on this concrete earth until I rot

Didn't figure how to conquer it yet but still I plot, once again

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

Beans passed the mack 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 bosses is

North Philly baby, that's where that Raw shit is

You'll get blown out the sky once you get talkative

A-D devise rise, 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 ya gettin' carpeted

You need a special kind of mic for retarded kids

Me against you's like Kane verse the Partridges

You wanna battle, change your name to The Forfeiters

Cuz that's what you do, face to face wit raw niggas

I give you a bad case of the fucked-up jitters, once again

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

They used to talk shit, but I'ma quiet them

Kick in the door wit my boys stick to riotin'

First nigga that flinch, I'ma fire 'em

Tape 'em up, grip his hands, and plyer 'em

Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin' 'em?

Don't die in the shit that you lyin' in

Used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin' 'em

Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin' him

Paid the front row seat watchin' Iverson

First class air crafts what I'm flyin' in

To L.A., 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' 'em

Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin' them

Ran up in y'all spot wit Rob and them

Grew up, two-four, wit Pie and 'em

But do my dirt, 21st, wit Kyle and them

Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and them

Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and them

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 Illadel foul streets what I'm stompin' in once again

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

Once again 'gain

Once again 'gain 'gain ladies and gentlemen

Once again 'gain

Yo, Adrenaline

Once again 'gain