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Adrenaline Rush
30,937
Hip-Hop/Rap
Adrenaline Rush was released on October 29, 2002 by Shady Records as a part of the album 8 Mile (Music From And Inspired By The Motion Picture)
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Release DateOctober 29, 2002
LabelShady Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Obie Trice
Obie Trice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Obie Trice
Obie Trice
Songwriter
Andy Thelusma
Andy Thelusma
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan West
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Eminem
Eminem
Executive Producer
Urban Kris
Urban Kris
Recording Engineer
Red Spyda
Red Spyda
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Get the fuck up, motherfucker
[Verse 2]
Ayo, when I step up in the bar
Everybody hit the fucking floor
Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
'Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club owner vexed
'Cause he gotta pay me when I spit plus replace a lotta shit
**** get to wilding
When my words echoes the room like (Get your hand out my pocket)
You sock shit while my topics rocking
I'm banned from clubs 'cause of my toxic tonsils
Loud speaking like a fucking sports announcer
I spit the Bla ha till you rush the bouncer
Or rush the motherfucker in your way who's bouncing
You know O Trice get the gats pronouncing
[Verse 3]
Get live, motherfucker, when I speak, motherfucker
Out your seat, motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records till I sleep, motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothing but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker
I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker
[Verse 4]
When I speak, I blow out your tweeters, a dog
Show out with speakers, roll out with heaters
I'm just a animal eating the game
Jungle monkey, fuck yeah, Obie's the name
I roll solo never been a ho, though
Keep gats vocal when cats act loco
Where you at when I'm moving the crowd?
You get trampled, mashed on Detroit style
Up out your seats, pump out the E's
Up the beats, the crowd, "Obie, please"
Where my **** at, smoking them trees?
Off the cognac finger fucking a skeez
That's how it is when you party with me
You don't like it? You L7 like a square be
[Verse 5]
Get live, motherfucker, when I speak, motherfucker
Out your seat, motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records till I sleep, motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothing but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker
I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker
[Verse 6]
And since I came, I've rearranged the place with blaze
Stage dive with Colt Seavers, DNA
I'm so addicted to getting **** lifted
Drunk off the liquid, O Trice, the misfit
Dousing the crowd with piss and browse
We underground, motherfucker, fix your frowns
I be the boy with the risky tour
Offa whiskey, you never been this geeked before
So, throw up your hands and peep out your man's
When I come through, next quarter Trice at your venues
And trust, I'm attacking it
I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriott
That's why I'm so miraculous and
Obie gets you **** pumped up
I'll see you next coliseum, chump
That's right, you come through Obie Trice
Fucked up off E's, drunk, weed
[Verse 7]
Get live, motherfucker, when I speak, motherfucker
Out your seat, motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers
Shady Records till I sleep, motherfucker
Obie Trice, nothing but street, motherfucker
Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker
I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker
Written by: Andy Thelusma, Obie Trice
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