RACING

[Intro: K.A.A.N] Ain't no paper trail, you're getting off the track Had to give 'em help, I'm making artifact Dealin' with a lost I flip it like a pack This shit ain't for sale and bitch don't overreact Hyperventilating off the gas I feel like (Racing) Hyperventilating off the gas I feel like (Racing) Concentrating on the math, numbers look like (Racing) Champagne for the bubble baths, this shit feel like (Racing) [Verse 1: K.A.A.N] Tell em turn me up, tell em hit the light switch 50,000 feet, feeling like a flight risk Cut the cameras off, you don't want to see this Too much fucking motion, leave a bitch sea sick Think I need a bigger boat, tidal wave comin' in Trying to get the money shot, make em do the running man Paper in a brown bag, ship it to the mother land Flow is ambidextrous, did it by myself Brought the whole squad with me, section off another section Locking in locking in, did about a thousand records Crash your lil' party, we don't do the party favors Never been the type to congregate with all the haters My schedule is looking full, all my shit is jam packed Serving up another pack, yeah I know you loving that Yeah I know you fuck with that, how that boy bounce back Looking like he never left, 'bout to take a euro step Well we can take it way back, swisher sweets and wave caps Interstate blunt rides, took this shit to overdrive Clocking in this overtime, 'bout to make em overdose We about do the most, making sure we overshine Inhale the smoke, mashing the gas and now we on a roll Divvy the pie split it up with the bros Fill up the tank and we back on the road Give it and go, I'll be the star of the show I'm ready to even the score, level the playing field Only feeling your shit if it's really real How I really feel, let the beat build like a peak pill For the real deal not a cheap thrill This is overkill like a headshot that I got in stock Let the clip pop till the shit stop Call it planet rock, real hip hop Get ya face cropped and ya body dropped in a drop (Racing) [Interlude] 3 2 1 [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] N9ne is the finest rhyme ship Find it, rewind it Negative 13's the climate I mean ain't too many mo' I align wit My prime sits in time in confinement That's why they callin' me Tech Wine, it's crime spit and a bitch mine Design Heimlich Behind it Off that and on one You really done talked at the wrong gun With me and your false raps ya gone son All cap ya song sung All facts the throne won Wherever the boss at the clones come That make you a soft batch, I want none Y'all wack, atone some Halt tracks that don't drum Raw slaps are grown from Drawbacks in known slums Racin' nobody 'Cause I'm placed in the south pole, Aitken basin So jolly And I know that mean the fakes been hatin' Mo prolly seein' me Music makin with Scarface and Yo Gotti They get very somber 'Cause they know the Tech carry bomba I'm not talkin' 'bout that marijuana It's bout the music, he bless every genre Bum think he's a threat, swear he monsta Till he grew to respect scary mamba I swing and I connect barry bonds ya vet Pair we honor Tech There be K.A.A.N bruh (Racing)