Adrenaline Rush x4
Feel the heartbeat x4
Feel the adrenaline rush
[Promoe]
My name P, still the same, word to GP
Y`all wanna test me, you must be CP
I know that wasn`t PC, politicaly correct to say
Well, neither is calling you gay
Hey man, I represent from V-еs to A-dam
?A damn? day of the week might go spraycan
From gas-stations to subway stations
Radio-stations, me and Embee on a vacation
Travelling Europe in a bus, on a adrenaline rush
Why superstars travelling egotrips? Because they must!
Are you a big tree then I`m a small chainsaw
Ready to massacre your ass and let the brains blow
With a strange flow, write rhymes till I`m feverish
Make a beverage of pussy-juice and the blood
Of average MC`s, on stage I`m illin`
So, after the show lecture girls for sexual healing
My microphone is like shower-curtain
Reveals the naked truth, call me Promoe Perkins
A swedish psycho, travelling businessclass to Norway, Bergen
Setting off fire-alarms, microphones I`m burning
Fucking shit up like Norwegians in S-train-yards
Don`t believe me? Check how I bless them bars
With the vocal joint, that`ll be the new focal point
For the whole hiphop-world, and still I`m just a little boy
With a passion for taxin` MC`s till them in passion
Appoint me the next chief, of finances
You better start giving some fine answers
We all know you`re guilty, you lying bastard
Better dead that, talk out of your head crap
Before you hear yourself screaming Oh no like redrat
Small-timers, so called rhymers
?Stepping on stings? got old-timers Where am I?
This ain`t battle-rhymes, it`s battle cries, ancient warchamps
My name ain`t Biggie, you don`t get one more chance
Run off your mouth and I`ll run you off the street
Promoe rules from the valley of the deep
Peace to the valley of death, if you wanna step
That`ll be your last step, a promise, not a threat
Got you nervous, like you on ???
?Mailbombs?, man, you need to gain pounds, man
You little feather-weight, get it straight, Promoe penetrate
Drill a hole in the ground and turn up in the United States
Unite with greats on the way up
Stay up like girls dressed in stay-up`s, bombing lay-up`s
Way after bed-time, you get dead rhymes
There`ll be no resurrection, for my shit
Brovaz go Cocoa like Smif-n-Wessun, no question
Mics, spraycans and turntables
Bringin the bloodrush like ?Martin Able?
But more than once a month, got MC`s
On the midnight run, through the land of the midnight-sun
Sweden, Gotham City to Gothenburg
Don`t give a fuck y`all, I`m from the city of a suburb
P R O to the M O E
Messing with me and you end up a memory
R.I.P ??? in the Ruhr-area
Jag heter Mеrten, kommer frеn Sverige
Represent wackness, like Sizla represents slackness
Questionmark check-holders and blackness
Then when you`re done licking the balls of Mad Skillz
And Slick Rick take a suck on my big dick
Cause all I see is crews that bite, wack rhymes and wack mics
Men are like rappers when they`re overhyped
Over-night-sensations: Promoe`s your replacement
I just to get down with my crew in the basement
Now I get the place bent like some
Einstein from the pavement, you sit back in amasement
I write graffiti like some caveman
To the future of two-thousand, signing out five-thousand
