testarossa

i'm your testarosa. first gear

watch me go

keep 'em in fear

rumble

young man rumble

brother won't fumble

muthafukas just crumble

gaskets crank

rappers get spank

stripes get yank

a superior rank

won't stop the jock in some american car use a lyrical radar

but i'm rolling

the cartel's tolling

for the d's keep folding

most cadillac rappers get look and disturb

by the jet black blur

me

the testarosa running like it suppose ta

don't try to get closer

cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust

don't ever try to fuck with' a boss

high octane there ain't no ping

when i swing on a lyrical speed king

and that's just first gear

listen for the upshift

who can get with' this

i'm your testarosa

second gear

look it here queer

i'm in here

hitting like spears

the rhyme cartel slings legalized dope

some cope

others get

lost on the boss

it's finish is flawless

12 cylinders listen to the horses

it accelerates smooth

move or else get move

run for cover my brother

suckers are getting smothered

the clutter you others mutter is rammed in the gutter

my rep is kept

muthafukas must step

the best get swept and let out to rest

huuuu

look at that air intake

second gear

passing fakes

revolution per lyric get higher

how can i chill when my rhyme's on fire

as i approach the end of my tach

my lyrical horse power blows to the max

red line is reached to the peak of my speech

and i told ya

i'm your testarosa

testarosa

gear number three

get off the clutch and don't let 'em up

keep 'em all down on these young bucks

let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker

get the picture

backtalk tolerated none

son

left you at the gun when i hit gear one

now i'm in third and you think that's quick

huh

wait till i hit fifth

me and my pack

we keep plenty of snackpacks

you said fat now i'm yo to the max

want mix-a-lot for your next attack

hey

yo

critical mass

yea

i got your gat

two hundred sixty pounds of pure pain

critical mass is my homeboy's name

my personal trainer

taking weight gainer

got the bulk to crush and contain ya

on the tach

i'm like a wind ax

cutting up air like boeings aircraft

time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya

i'm your testarosa

up to fourth gear

the speed increase

police got beef with the word chief

move or lose

i excuse the wack dudes

you light my fuse and clear out or get used

i go 100 in a 55

no need to lip synch

i'm straight out live

so i'm rough lust who wanna be tough

you fuss and cuss wearing that raider's stuff

fake fools from around the way

knowing damn well

you ain't from la

ashamed where you come from son

so you rattle

like it or not

i scream straight up seattle

rip up streets with a lyrical sweet

don't peep or creep or you lose your freak

the cam's growl

engine loud

my tongue keep beating 'em down

rev it up

get ready for fifth

just hit 'em with a maximum dis

i roll ya

fold ya

mold ya

i told ya i control ya

and i'm your testarosa

i'm your testarosa

yo punish

show 'em what time it is

gear number five

you're eyes get wide

so realize that i survive and i rhyme for mine

i rope the dope and is he coming up

nope

i ain't the joke so don't hope for my throat

there it is

the whiz gets his

the word quiz is what it is and mix don't give

sight to the wack who act like max

and try to jack a pop rap to hit the map

that ain't like me

it ain't cool

to rob another fool them claim you rule

you boot but not me

troops

you like juice

so you hit the stage wearing my boots

uh

uh cupcake

i ain't about to get rape by fake

just look at the tail light shrink and then think

how i left you pink in a lyrical kink

time to drop to my gears and then stop

'cause i lock the box on them clowns that jock

turbo cone is 230 up on ya

i'm your testarosa