Five track Hawks burning rubber
Lap timing on a heaven on Earth circuit
Hitting the gas whilst I handle rubber,
Am Osiris and you are Minute!
Skin black like Mamba,
Shoulder backing my Ka-gra!
Vigil checking on the rear,
Vision scoping no obstacle but the line,
Took a toll not to read the road sign
Till am t'd up for the win
Shining and dazzling within
See my prowess not my skin.
This dream of a pursuit madness win
Vague at the glimpse of my skin,
Cutting through like my bodily hue
Am diamond blizzard dripping blue,
Foreign smiles bussing down
I don't care about the war but the crown,
I'd die to invert the '6 G' smile
I'd die for Lady's Gaga dial,
Cause it's worth the heavenly drown.
Not like the other four grandiose
But drilling around cause
Am banking like a rounded soft nose,
'Tree hunid n' sixty degris! ' drifting,
Skuurring skrrr! .
On an upper echelon degree of turning,
In a directory precision of a two seater,
Dubious on mine who is the neo-drifter?
Cause I handle while he's the marksman
I got focus on the tunnel vision run.
On claims of play in Hocus pocus?
Am second to none cause am both,
Judging with numbers
Prospecting in words,
'Till am t'd up for the win
Shining and dazzling within
See my prowess not my skin'
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