Keep Turning

INTRO(0:15) All they do, is take..away my rights, my medication that heals me of all my pain and strip my motivation and self satisfaction till I've got nothing left..and they wonder why I retaliate..

 

LINE 1(0:30) Fuck I've just been road blocked and these four cops know not to mess with a pissed off driver, behind his wheel, I gotta gun clicked clips in and this bitch is drawn like my plans to get back in the car, swerve around the block to hit the highway and put the pedal to the metal like we're Indy cars

I'm drifting and my heart's racing to the top, building up so accurately this man's building of Lego is a fucking engine block put your seatbelt on, ask no questions about when shit stops cause this bitch gains a total of 284.5 when I stomp, Koenigsegg just lifts off faster than the second hand on my wrist watch!

A situation where you drive and pray, cause I'm kinda crazy when it's​ time to play, a motherfucking mastermind inside a divorced husband just in case you wanted to know, my goal driving like this is to get the adrenaline pump, value a life, and to avoid life in jail everytime I write these rhymes I spray

squealing all the tires to draw attention hearing the pistons roar, cops behind me, helicopter above me,

 

"This just in, local street racer in unregistered vehicle being chased by seven cops in all black, windows tinted and upgraded illegal hardware needs catched quick because he or she is causing public disputes of legal speed limits"

 

About to meet with the maker, head on collision and I'm not even thinking about using my brakes we'll just have to see the dungeon and pray before I kick the bucket ah, fuck it better prepare my face!..

 

LINE 2 (1:45) Bitch I'm sitting inside​ jail, twiddling my thumbs like these sticks I, rip lives, kiss my, ass for the fifth time!

I race with an addiction, you alcohol, me engines and power behind the pistons

I gotta get outta here! Rewind my instincts but we know that, that shit is a lie Maniacle found a new taste, replacing enzymes with oils and built revenge ripping concrete under it for inclines!

Press the pedal one time and feel the growls of American made, burning rubber like a fucking dike burying graves, for you it's scary but hey, I'm Maniacle bitch, and this wheel keeps turning direction like my delirious ways

You want fast, you want furious? I'm seriously enraged, no games, say what you wanna say

 

Curiosity kills me when these wheels meet with the pave do you feel me? Forreal B? List my wish list of all the cars I'd drift in and not one of them could sit in your driveway

I'm driving away on the highway to release my rage, it's time hey, wanna join me in my race? Let the law chase you to a cliff we drive off into wide lakes and I'm safe but your not cause..

 

LINE 3(2:45) It..only takes, a..second for him to kick in again..yeah..uh "Maniacle, pick up the wea-pon"..and..click the clip in, for the court, I'm distorted, kick the door in, and end these bitches (Ah!)...