That’s the Shift

By L. Scatterbrain

Behind the wheel I divine a feel for the tarmac
Push my car back for the art that
Moves, feel the groove when I slide by
G’s push my ride sideways this ain’t a drive by
Rubber lose grip like a pigpen
Squeals from the wheels, when I want to it digs in
‘Cause control is upper eschelon
rack and pinion telepathic when the pressure’s on
Exhaust will waft in through cracks in the windows
Mixed with white smoke from the Nittos
Cats today, they want to ditto
Been losing grip since ’96 makin’ widows
And almost getting killed though
Flipped 180 on the 110 with skill though
That turn was unexpected
Unless you want a wreck kid, best to respect it

(If you) catch my drift
My dust is what you dine on
Catch my drift
While you’re knocking over pylons
Catch my drift
When I beat you by a mile long
That’s the shift X2

Top speed, I’m not that cocky
Potholes and rocky road blocks on ghetto blocks be
Filled with impacts like hockey
Serve curves on Mulholland like David Hockney
On the road to the studio,
Bumpin’ sussudio or something by Coolio
Or 1110 bel air place by Julio,
It’s logical, anything’s possible if you knew me bro
Some swear by the Kumhos
Pirellis turn to jelly on the toast where the spoon goes
The rough surface ain’t worthless
The street’s where I bring my heat to sweet surf this
Sidewalk like a skater
If you hit a parked car then it’s “peace, see you later”
But I got the force like Darth Vader
‘Cause I’ll be the father that abandoned these haters

(If you) catch my drift
My dust is what you dine on
Catch my drift
While you’re knocking over pylons
Catch my drift
When I beat you by a mile long
That’s the shift X2

I had a 240SX with an S&S header
KA24E I’d see sever
From single cam screamer to sideways shredder
Now 240Z ’73 much better
Plus the smog exempt status
Allows me to build this mother as bad as
I want, with an SR20 apparatus
Like my 510 brethren
But don’t look down on a brother ‘cause he’s trying to put a four in a six bay
Turbocharged champ, built in a sick way
I’d like to say, peace to Super Mario
Off to TSR we go, mashin’ through the barrio
In my car we blow doors off these sorry joes’
Even though my car’s old, older than Atari bro
In Wangan, it’s midnight officially
You still can’t get with me son, this ain’t InitialD!

(If you) catch my drift
My dust is what you dine on
Catch my drift
While you’re knocking over pylons
Catch my drift
When I beat you by a mile long
That’s the shift X2