2-strokes for life brapp moto

6th gear with no fear, i'm going to fast i can't even steer

as long as i stay in front the of this queer

i'm hitting the rev limiter in every gear, no brakes involved

my world is evolved around 2-strokes, pull the choke out

riding is what i'm all about, before i hit a jump i have to pick a route

first, second to third, i'm flying like a bird, i'm so fucking absurd

brapping to the day i die, rapping to the day i can fly

i'm always gonna win, so fast that god says its a sin

i'm on top of the game, never ever gonna drop, you better remember the name

my flow is so insane, i take all my pain out on my bike, people call me a cyc

and my bike is a 2-smoker, go home and i'm a 2-choker

i pass you going 120 mph, yeah my RPM's are through the roof

wind hitting my face making me look like a goof,

i'm fucking bullet proof, can't even catch me, everyone wanting to be me

al you need is a bike, riding like theres no one who cares about you

thats how i am, no fear till the end, ill send some dirt in your face

ill ride and rap at my own pace, rap your ass out, punch you in the face

power band kicks in, doing wheeling in 5th gear, no ability to steer

barley open my eyes, the wind is making me cry,

you ask why i can do this? the fear i have is one of a kind

im doing tail whips twenty plus when in the air, mean while you stand there

with that glare, as your jaw drops to the ground, i laugh at you

dump the clutch and throwing rooster tails in the wind,

over jumped, land on my neck, shit the lights just dimmed.