depotistic - speed Lyrics

Cruisin' down the streets, in the dead of the night,
Engines roaring loud, under city lights,
German precision, sleek design, so fine,
Comfortable ride, but the power's never benign.

In my Benz, I lean back, feeling so relaxed,
Smooth handling, luxury, no need to backtrack,
But across the block, hear that roar, that growl,
American muscle, in their element, they prowl.

German cars glide, like a whisper in the wind,
American muscle, their presence, they defend,
Street racing showdown, under the moonlight,
Two worlds collide, in this epic fight.

In the cockpit of my Porsche, feeling like a boss,
Acceleration steady, no need to exhaust,
But beside me, hear that rumble, that thunder,
Mustang, Camaro, shaking the ground under.

Comfort and speed, in this urban scene,
German engineering, meets American dream,
Precision versus power, in this rivalry,
Street racing legends, for all to see.

From every corner, we come together as one,
Breaking barriers, barriers that need to be undone.
We're the voice of the forgotten, the ones left behind,
With our fists in the air, we're breaking free from the grind.


We're fighting for liberty, in unity we stand,
Joining hands with Latinos, Chinese, and the Black band.
Together we rise, together we'll shine bright,
In this community party, under the moonlight.
Yo, it's a party in the hood, let's make it understood,
We bringin' heat, makin' moves like we should.
Rollin' deep with my crew, we on a mission,
To light it up, forget the opposition.

We bring the bass, the beats, and the rhyme,
Ain't no party like ours, it's one of a kind.
From the hood to the bike gang, we unite,
Under the sickest music, we ignite the night.

In the shadows, we ride, on our steel machines,
The roar of engines, echoes of our dreams.
Metalheads unite, with a primal scream,
As we tear through the night, in a fiery stream.
Revvin' up my engine, feelin' that power,
American muscle, gonna rule this hour.
German sports car, think you got what it takes?
I'll show you what it means to hit the brakes.

Shiftin' gears, feelin' the clutch,
Smooth on the pedal, never too much.
Got my eyes on the rev meter, keepin' it steady,
No time to waste, gotta stay ready.

Spotlight exhaust, leaving trails of fire,
In this concrete jungle, I never tire.
Racing with speed, smoking them 'Vettes,
In my tuned machine, no room for regrets.

From the blocks to the alleys, I hold my crown,
With every rev, I shut 'em down.
My tunes echoing, through the city's veins,
In this underground life, I forever reign.

From the blocks to the alleys, I hold my crown,
With every rev, I shut 'em down.
My tunes echoing, through the city's veins,
In this underground life, I forever reign.

Tires screech, engines roar, adrenaline's the game,
Street lights blur, as we push for fame,
German curves, American muscle's raw,
In this race of legends, who will score?
Tires screech, engines roar, adrenaline's the game,
Street lights blur, as we push for fame,
German curves, American muscle's raw,
In this race of legends, who will score?
Preppin' for the drift, gotta feel the flow,
Hand on the wheel, ready to go.
Slidin' through the corners, with precision and grace,
Heel clutch technique, keepin' up the pace.

Watchin' the rear, feelin' that momentum,
Every move calculated, no room for sentiment.
But it's not just about winnin', it's about the art,
The dance of the cars, straight from the heart.