Guns

[Hook] 2019 time to get shit straight The farther from the city you run, the less fun Even in the rubble son, test your fate The closer to the city we get, the more guns (start your fucking bike up) [Verse 1] Yo, I came closer to death than life to my liking Closer than Kaneda raiding all these vikings Flashing on clowns excites me We've got them cornered by the alley greased lightning I'm in a frame with the high octane shit I'm peeling out motocross rival gang shit And in the city the roads are like veins split And I'm a clot running hot and dangerous Out on the strip where my clique was aimless At 110 MPH I'm famous Brainless face where makeup takes it Not a baller clown nose bitch to the pavement Me and my squad of punks and fly rascals Gunning the mecha up getting high on capsules Maybe it's cause there's no love, just fragments So blame it on society for raising these bastards Matter of fact, blame it on hot red jackets Holographic rims and bitches who love fast kits I'm on blast trying to smash through traffic And signal to Tetsuo to distract the dragnet Digital break pads contract elaborate A magnet for lost cause cats who want action You just ran across clash contractions Classism hatched in the form of fat traction [Hook x2] [Verse 2] You're dead dummy, don't drive I'm too dangerous The red writing outside your face plate stinks Come on dog, let's go we got brains split Open rolling fast lane agenda: to game the sick Be prepared colonel Bum foot on the handlebars Balancing act time to flash Don't be scared colonel We're hopping up rigs doing a buck twenty hoping to crash Correct that, all hope's in the past In a city of reduction to dust from big blast And thirty one years later fate laughs In the form of speed demons who fuck death in ass Like "Fuck death, I'm breathlessly fast And the rest of these cats jaws is technically glass See, I was harassed, disrespected in class But I'm a rider now, hungry for violence not cash" [Hook x2]