The Pursuit

Whip shining when I pull up
 Greets and pounds, what up?
 All of my life been a stand-up dude, my drive
 Stretched far as the I-95
 NASCAR affiliate with highway miles
 But not attached to a sponsor
 I'm what you call an independent delegate kinda biased to Obama
 Burnin' Pirellis, breakin' the law while talkin' on a celly
 Low in the bucket seat like 'fuck it'
 Excess speed in the fast lane
 Everything's a blur, a few cocktails entail
 If I get stopped, I'm gettin' popped cause I'm way past the limit
 Highway RPMs break digits
 Doppler says rain
 Tires grippin' the street causing me to fishtail, peel, and hydroplane
 Stock car drivers dyin' set the track on fire
 Johnny Blaze before he trans' to ghost rider
 In the death race dippin' from the boys in blue
 Got them run flats in case the spikes in place
 Issued by Dunlap they made, mashin' the throttle
 Crossin' state lines like The Bandit in the Trans-Am
 With blue fatigues justice on my ass, damn
 Making my OJ getaway, cops in hot pursuit
 Radio ahead to clear the interstate
 Ready as Andretti, holdin' the mic steady
 At the steering wheel whippin' the Tahoe Chevy
 Hoggin' the lane up, speed limits can't restrain him
 Highway patrol wanna catch him, but can't contain him
 Grand Theft Auto, PS3 scenes change backgrounds playing games
 But don't involve quarters
 Dangers evolve like the Ice Road Truckers
 Warm-blooded in the cabin of my rig, sliding over water
 Nerves of steel, where the curves is real
 Slick as an oil spill, a pro in his field
 Vehicle options beats knockin'
 Other drivers facing a problem
 Luxury flows, the Aston Martin
 Ethanols, high octane, way past the point of obscene
 You crash and burn, I master the turns
 Whip game's proper, eludin' coppers in hot pursuit
 And up above, being watched by helicopters
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 On a one-lane highway, manual gear shiftin'
 Running pistons, M.O.P's in my system
 Windows half down from the speed bring tears to my vision
 Play chicken if you dare, I'm not flinchin'
 Put me in this position, it's a head-on collision
 No eye batting, your ass better have religion
 Revvin' the engine, speed racing, heat blazin'
 Exhaust pipes tearin' up the rose-tar pavement
 A weapon on wheels, pedal under my heels
 Mash the floor, comparisons of passing doors
 These bars are lapping, this a record braking time
 Apollo the architect of the track's design
 Break it down 2 gears to 3rd, meaning the verse
 Burning the clutch up, opposite now, going in reverse
 Doing doughnuts, kick up smoke cloud, escape cover
 Get the fuck out of dodge, skirt off and burn rubber