Adrenochrome
His performance had given me a bad jolt
For a moment I thought his mind had snapped
That he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible enemies
"As your attorney, I advise you not to worry
Take a hit out of that little brown bottle on my shaving kit
That stuff makes pure mescaline seem like ginger beer"
"What is it?"
"Adrenochrome... you'll go completely crazy if you take too much"
I got the bottle and dipped the head of a paper match in it and licked it
"Where'd you get this?"
"There's only one source for that stuff
Adrenaline glands
Of a living human body!"
Ahead of gems lie behind the emerald glint in my eyes
I bet guys thought we were extinct like Jedi
But you'd be out your mind thinkin' I'd retired
Just had to defuse a few bombs while wired
Still chill with writers and bulk wine buyers
And we're still lightin' fires while you sulk right by us
But there's no bias when it comes to the art
With spoken darts leave a smokin' hole through your heart
You wanna stir the shit pot? You can lick the ladle
Type to neck a pint of whiskey then flip the table
When I say my name's Kane people joke "Where's Able?"
I strangled him to death with a cordless mic cable
I'm the little mouse that churned the cream to butter
Sputter shit grimy like the gack up in your gutter
The butterfly that fluttered by and caught your attention
And caused a whirlwind of changes throughout infinite dimensions
The psychoactive effects of adrenochrome may include
Euphoria, confusion, a change in train of thought
Lack of judgment, poor insight and an inability to concentrate
From a pair of perpetual piss heads the word spreads
We set trends venturing back from worlds end
And taunt the frauds that only damage debutantes
I flex my lexicon upon Decepticons
Abusing brews, modify sight views
Identify another crew to drag the scythe through
No trophies on the mantel but I don't need to battle
Cus my 16s crunch like Keane in the tackle
I raise more brows than the rock when I drop shit
Like a peoples elbow to the heart of hip-hop kids
Smell what I'm cooking, While I'm frying your loaf
I'm Leaving you confused with the Adrenochrome dose
I Move crowds and rock beats without a breather
Spit lyrics so vivid they give a synesthete a seizure
Not even a rapper just a cocky Caucasian
So sorry if my rhymes don't match expectations
For a moment I thought his mind had snapped
That he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible enemies
"As your attorney, I advise you not to worry
Take a hit out of that little brown bottle on my shaving kit
That stuff makes pure mescaline seem like ginger beer"
"What is it?"
"Adrenochrome... you'll go completely crazy if you take too much"
I got the bottle and dipped the head of a paper match in it and licked it
"Where'd you get this?"
"There's only one source for that stuff
Adrenaline glands
Of a living human body!"
Ahead of gems lie behind the emerald glint in my eyes
I bet guys thought we were extinct like Jedi
But you'd be out your mind thinkin' I'd retired
Just had to defuse a few bombs while wired
Still chill with writers and bulk wine buyers
And we're still lightin' fires while you sulk right by us
But there's no bias when it comes to the art
With spoken darts leave a smokin' hole through your heart
You wanna stir the shit pot? You can lick the ladle
Type to neck a pint of whiskey then flip the table
When I say my name's Kane people joke "Where's Able?"
I strangled him to death with a cordless mic cable
I'm the little mouse that churned the cream to butter
Sputter shit grimy like the gack up in your gutter
The butterfly that fluttered by and caught your attention
And caused a whirlwind of changes throughout infinite dimensions
The psychoactive effects of adrenochrome may include
Euphoria, confusion, a change in train of thought
Lack of judgment, poor insight and an inability to concentrate
From a pair of perpetual piss heads the word spreads
We set trends venturing back from worlds end
And taunt the frauds that only damage debutantes
I flex my lexicon upon Decepticons
Abusing brews, modify sight views
Identify another crew to drag the scythe through
No trophies on the mantel but I don't need to battle
Cus my 16s crunch like Keane in the tackle
I raise more brows than the rock when I drop shit
Like a peoples elbow to the heart of hip-hop kids
Smell what I'm cooking, While I'm frying your loaf
I'm Leaving you confused with the Adrenochrome dose
I Move crowds and rock beats without a breather
Spit lyrics so vivid they give a synesthete a seizure
Not even a rapper just a cocky Caucasian
So sorry if my rhymes don't match expectations
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Writer(s): David Gilmore
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