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]

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[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)