Verse 1)
Yo, check the mic, one two, let the engine start,
'Bout a legendary machine, a true work of art [1].
Ferruccio had the vision, a different kind of speed,
Planting the Raging Bull, a high-octane seed [1].
From Sant'Agata Bolognese, where the magic's made,
A symphony of V12s, in the sun or the shade.
(Chorus)
It's a Lambo, baby, yeah, the apex predator,
From the Miura's curve to the Countach aggressor [1].
Diablo, Murciélago, power you can feel,
A low-slung missile, keeping it so real.
Rev the engine loud, let the whole world know the name,
Lamborghini dreams, a never-ending flame.
(Verse 2)
The scissor doors up, a sight so iconic and neat,
A rolling masterpiece, heat in the driver's seat [1].
From the Aventador roar, pure asphalt fire,
To the Urus SUV, lifting the game higher [1].
Huracán's a storm, track-focused, dynamically free,
Each one a statement of velocity.
(Chorus)
It's a Lambo, baby, yeah, the apex predator,
From the Miura's curve to the Countach aggressor.
Diablo, Murciélago, power you can feel,
A low-slung missile, keeping it so real.
Rev the engine loud, let the whole world know the name,
Lamborghini dreams, a never-ending flame.
(Bridge)
It ain't just a car, it's an attitude, a vibe,
Part of a high-performance, exclusive tribe [1].
The hexagon lights, sharp lines, aerodynamic flow,
When the light turns green, it's just go, go, go.