Letras:
High Speed Scene The

I see fields of blank out staring eyes on freeways in the skies on asphalt and petro highs their souls need not for ice the AC will suffice I see tans

Let me break it down to the ones and twos now It's been an awful year I've got a little money hidden in my shoes And a steady ringing in my ears I'm

I ride my BMX. I smoke my Kelly weed. I dig on NOFX. Rich kids on LSD, But kids are getting older now. I'll ride this bike all night. I'll ride until

Jr. Gong pass the Guinness Handle business Black Velvet sippers Females never bid us farewell They with us Cause we arrive on the scene Just like a high

: Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg,

to be taught You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e. You niggaz

blackness of the skies Lie the fuckein' robbers Can i call it off you got the dope You got this coke right on ya How could you speed with the street sweeper

The party you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C. The Herculoids battle, The Disco Twins Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the DJ spins for the L Brothers, steppin right in the scene

the speed dial Yo these funny talkin' cats, tryin' to do a nigga foul It's goin' down nigga round up the team I'm'll head over here just to map out the scene