Drift Rap. Created by Ai

(Intro) (Sound of a high-revving engine, the whine of a turbocharger spooling up, and the screech of tires on asphalt) (Heavy, distorted bass kicks in with a slow, menacing phonk-inspired beat) Yeah. Smoke in the air, vision getting blurry. We don’t drive to get there, we drive to feel the rotation. Check the gauges. Pressure’s up. Let’s go. (Verse 1) Sun goes down, the asphalt starts to breathe Liquid cooled cooling down the fire underneath Got the 2J screaming, turbo fluttering like wings I’m the master of the friction, I’m the lord of how it swings Pop the clutch, kick the rear, feel the chassis start to bend I’m looking through the side glass, chasing down the bend The world is moving sideways, linear is for the weak I find my sanctuary in the angle that I seek White knuckles on the Sparco, feet dancing on the floor Heel-toe downshift, hear the dragon start to roar Zero traction, total action, balancing on a blade In the valley of the shadows where the legends are all made. (Chorus) Slide through the night, leave a ghost in the street Burning rubber smells like victory, bitter and sweet Angle at sixty, smoke thick as a cloud The engine is screaming, the silence is loud Life’s in the drift, yeah, we’re living on the edge Tearing up the limit, that’s a lifetime pledge Sideways, sideways, till the tires hit the wire Dancing on the pavement in a circle of fire. (Verse 2) Street lamps flickering like strobe lights in a club I’m clipping every apex, barely touching every hub Got the wide-body flared, sparks flying off the kit If you ain’t rubbing fenders, then you ain’t doing it Concrete barriers whispering my name as I pass One inch of a mistake and it’s shattered fiber glass But the adrenaline is pumping, it’s a chemical flood I got high-octane gasoline running through my blood Counter-steer, feather gas, keep the RPMs high I can see the moon through the passenger side, oh my The grip is just a memory, the physics are a lie We’re flying on the ground, we don’t need the sky. (Chorus) Slide through the night, leave a ghost in the street Burning rubber smells like victory, bitter and sweet Angle at sixty, smoke thick as a cloud The engine is screaming, the silence is loud Life’s in the drift, yeah, we’re living on the edge Tearing up the limit, that’s a lifetime pledge Sideways, sideways, till the tires hit the wire Dancing on the pavement in a circle of fire. (Bridge) (Beat slows down, heavy reverb on the vocals) Focus. Shift the weight. Wait for the transition. Left foot brake... NOW. (The beat explodes back in with double-time percussion) (Verse 3) Switching sides, snap back, feel the neck snap too Transition so violent, what you gonna do? I’m a phantom in the fog that I created myself I don’t care about the trophies or the gold on the shelf I just care about the tandem, door to door, heart to heart The drift is a science, the drift is an art From the touge in the mountains to the docks by the bay We’re the kings of the chaos, we’re the gods of the grey Watch the needle bury deep in the red, let it bounce Every millisecond matters, every ounce, every count If you grip, you’re a tourist; if you slide, you’re a kin Let the rear end out and let the nightmare begin. (Verse 4) I remember the nights in the garage, hands black with oil The sweat and the blood and the engine-room toil Building a beast from a shell and a dream Now she’s whistling loud with a head full of steam Reinforced subframe, coilovers stiff Giving everything I got for the sake of the drift It’s a culture, a cult, it’s a way to be free In a world full of lanes, I’m where I want to be No GPS needed, I follow the smoke The tires are screaming, but this ain’t a joke One hand on the hydro, one hand on the wheel The only thing real is the way that I feel. (Chorus) Slide through the night, leave a ghost in the street Burning rubber smells like victory, bitter and sweet Angle at sixty, smoke thick as a cloud The engine is screaming, the silence is loud Life’s in the drift, yeah, we’re living on the edge Tearing up the limit, that’s a lifetime pledge Sideways, sideways, till the tires hit the wire Dancing on the pavement in a circle of fire. (Verse 5) The sun’s coming up, the fuel tank is low The treads are all gone, but we still got the glow The lot is all scarred with the marks of the war Donuts and figure-eights, we couldn't ask for more Engine ticking as it cools, heat waves off the hood They ask why we do it? They never understood It’s the control of the chaos, the peace in the spin The moment you lose it is the moment you win So pack up the jacks and the spare set of rims The light of the morning makes the memories dim But tomorrow we’re back, when the shadows get long To write another verse in the drift racer’s song. (Outro) (The beat slowly fades out, leaving only the sound of a cooling engine "ticking" and a distant police siren) Yeah. Keep it sideways. Don't ever find the grip. Smoke 'em if you got 'em. (Fade to silence)