[Intro – Female (whisper/chant)]
Neon lights…
Engine bite…
Cowbell hittin’ like ding-ding all night…
Tokyo ride… Shogun drive…
Let’s go.
[Verse 1 – Male]
I pull up in the midnight, turbo hiss, no brake,
Kansei drift through the curve like the streets awake.
Cowbell knockin’, that crunk in the chassis,
Bass so heavy make the whole block flashy.
Chrome on the rims, neon under the skirt,
GPS talk back in Japanese slang and blur.
Zero to a hundred like the city don’t sleep,
Tokyo heartbeat synced with the way that I creep.
Hologram dash, futuristic in the whip,
Engine roar loud like a dragon on a trip.
Shorty in the passenger, switch gear quick—
No fear, no limit, this a Tokyo drift.
[Pre-Chorus – Female]
RPM rising, baby don’t slow,
夜に溶けるスピード (speed melting into the night flow).
Cowbell hittin’, heartbeat kickin’,
Neon on your face while the city’s glistenin’.
[Chorus – Male + Female]
(Male)
Drift left—skrrt!
Drift right—skrrt!
Cowbell ring while we slide all night—work!
(Female)
Tokyo heat, midnight fleet,
Racing through the chaos of the Shibuya streets.
(Both)
Crunk in the system, synths in the air,
Futuristic ride with the bass unfair.
Shogun style, we own that shift—
Welcome to the world of the midnight drift.
[Verse 2 – Female Rap]
Pull up with the energy, engines scream,
女侍 on the track, gasoline queen.
Chrome katana on my tongue when I split bars clean,
Rippin’ up the line like a neon laser beam.
Cowbell knock with the rhythm of the streets,
Crunk in my veins while I dance on the seats.
Shinjuku skyline lookin’ sharp like steel,
My flow so cold make the asphalt freeze.
Short skirt, fast skirt, driftin’ in circles,
Every turn tight like my rhymes—no hurdles.
I ain’t just cute, baby I’m lethal,
Queen of the track and the Tokyo people.
[Bridge – Male (filtered synth)]
Hologram signs flash—move through the wave,
Bass shake the metal like the car misbehaved.
Cowbell hittin’ like a warning in your brain,
Speed so insane got you prayin’ for the lane.
[Final Chorus – Both]
(Female)
Left lane burn—火のように赤く!
(Male)
Night so loud you can’t hear your luck.
(Both)
Crunk in the bloodline, neon in the drift,
Tokyo city giving us that lift.
Cowbell ringing like a midnight gift—
This is how we ride…
Shogun Drift.
