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racing racing racing faster
chasing chasing chasing after

can't let my level of adrenaline drop
or allow my mind to hold the gentlest thought
gunning for the final boss, ready or not
pumas on my feet kept me aloft
my motion stays perpetual, a video game man
mapping payback in Angelina's wasteland
the estimated span of my life is so short
pedal to the floor and supply the blow torch
speedometer needle kicks with the force to break spines
the one thing I can't do is take time
somewhere out there...is an antidote
I'm half animal slash with cannonballs of Hannibal
given another chance for this heart to pump blood
just enough time to exact revenge
smash defense, let the bodies hit the floor and bounce
fluid draining rapidly in many amounts
a body count turning abacuses into rattlesnakes
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, not even Adelaide
a battle waged by a driven opponent
another down, another one set to fall, bonus
made them drop they were boneless, hocus pocus
a mastermind with his soulless opus
run into a club challenge the entire gang
eyes of maniac, end it with a bang
no complaints no regrets no time to take a breath
no chance to make amends, ready to go and break the lens
hospitals, shocking myself with brute force
kick back's a mother producing a youth war
hitching a ride on the back of a cop motorbike
far from ready for a tag to tie this toe of mine
is it too much to ask to live?
or must I visit new wrath with a lust to shiv?
I must admit, if the glove doesn't fit, then it's gone
ready to leave it all behind, then the menace spawned
a bald Megatron unloading all of his rage
death tall surging, call it a craze
jumper cable french kiss, lifelong friendships
woozy with the hypodermic ready to end it
awakening to a TV with sobering scenes
retirement is permanent, or so it would seem
never underestimate the desire to live
a fighter surviving with his fists, weapons and wits
ever seen a car ride an escalator?
souped up, cruising the mall with the flavor
crosshairs, done a thousand jobs of wet work
enough cash to quit, done hiking my net worth
batteries, transformer boxes you name it
got to keep my heart racing no matter the cadence
falling from the plane, no chute, the game over
now to find a quarter, reboot the pain, closer

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from Charles Oakley at The Movies, released October 13, 2014
Lyrics/Vocals by Sankofa
Produced by Zatoca

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