Empire On Wheels!

[Intro – Spoken]
Engines talk before the people do…
And when our crew pulls up, the pavement already knows what’s coming.
This ain’t luck.
This is legacy in motion.

We don’t speak loud, we just roll in deep,
Every burnout’s a warning, every pull’s a heartbeat.
Crew lined up like kings in a dynasty,
Eight shadows in the smoke, rewriting history.
We move militant, precise, no hesitation,
Pedal down, boost up — that’s our conversation.
Crowd goes quiet when they see the formation,
’Cause they know this squad defines domination.

When the lights drop low, and the flag waves slow,
We don’t pray for a win — it’s just cut throat.
Side by side, lane to lane, we control that road.
This ain’t racing…
This is destiny on ten toes.

Heartbeats sync with the hum of the line,
Engines roar like a war cry frozen in time.
Every legend ever made had a moment to define…
And this?
This is ours — locked in, perfectly aligned.
Rubber on the pavement, destiny on the rise,
Eight shadows in the smoke, fire in their eyes.
No fear, no doubt, no compromise…
We were built for this race —
Built to immortalize.
Mirage hit the strip, and the air gets thin,
Ghost on the launch, you don’t see ’til he wins.
Disappears on the hit — reappears at the end,
Every pass he makes turns rivals into wanna be friends
King North steps in with an ice-cold stare,
Fastest on the light, never late, always there.
Tree drops once, he’s gone in thin air,
Reaction like lightning, precision so rare.
Crown in his soul, heavy weight that he bears,
North don’t run races… he makes nightmares.
Zitro built different, torque in his veins,
Reads every inch like he’s mappin the lanes.
Calculated killa in the world of octane,
When he locks in the groove, there’s no breaking that chain.
Cuddles hit the lanes whole crowd gets loud,
Fastest woman doin’ it, she stands out from the crowd.Smooth on the setup but her launch ain’t mild,When she snaps off the line, every rival turns wild.She breaks every limit they swore she couldn’t breach,
Queen of the strip — speed’s the language she speaks.
Yoda wise behind the wheel — force in his grip,
Calm mind, Jedi shift on the strip.
Game slowed down for him soon as he equip The track bends for the master — respect every trip. And then there’s one who don’t talk, just breathe precision,
Mind like a blueprint, soul built on vision.
Tunes that turn steel into living ambition,
A leader not by title but by perfect decision.
Sway in the shadows, hands steady on the frame, Crafts power out of pressure, builds legends in flame.Never needed the crown, never asked for the fame, But everyone on that list knows who engineered the game.
When the lights drop low, and the flag waves slow,We don’t pray for a win — we already know.
Side by side, lane to lane, we control that road.
This ain’t racing…This is destiny on ten toes.
Now the smoke clears slow, and the truth stands tall,  An empire on wheels, we don’t rise, we maul. Any crew wanna grudge? Better rethink that call. ChaseIt we haul! 

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