Verse 1
Cold start, metal screaming alive,
Straight-six barking, 7K drive,
Back end loose, no fear, no grace,
Concrete walls in my personal space,
Clutch kick savage, tyres ignite,
Smoke so thick it kills the light,
Four-door menace, streets don’t sleep,
IS200 hunting apexes deep.
Pre-Chorus
No traction, no apologies,
Steel wheels, raw brutality,
Every corner’s a fistfight now,
I don’t ask—I take the crown.
Chorus
REDLINE, GOING SIDEWAYS,
IS200, born for mayhem,
Touge blood, midnight violence,
Tyres screaming pure defiance,
Rear-wheel drive, no safety net,
Japan raised this drifting threat,
REDLINE, NO BRAKES,
IS200—SEAL THE FATE.
Verse 2
Chassis flex, suspension stiff,
Snap oversteer, controlled as hell,
Throttle pinned, let the rear swing wide,
Living on the edge of a guardrail slide,
Not a show car, this thing fights back,
Battle scars run down the black,
Crowd goes wild when the limiter hits,
Four doors proving who’s legit.
Pre-Chorus
Grip is gone, I stay committed,
Every mistake gets instantly punished,
Built on grit, not factory hype,
This Lexus earned its stripes.
Chorus
REDLINE, GOING SIDEWAYS,
IS200, born for mayhem,
Touge blood, midnight violence,
Tyres screaming pure defiance,
Rear-wheel drive, no safety net,
Japan raised this drifting threat,
REDLINE, NO BRAKES,
IS200—SEAL THE FATE.
Bridge
No assists, no second chance,
Just skill, steel, and sideways dance,
If you lift—you lose it all,
Full throttle till the chequered falls.
Breakdown
Limiter bouncing—BANG BANG BANG,
Smoke clouds swallowing the lane,
Grip dies screaming underfoot,
This ain’t clean—this is brute.
Final Chorus
REDLINE, GOING SIDEWAYS,
IS200 tearing through the haze,
Concrete jungles, mountain scars,
Four-door drift icon raised by scars,
From Japan’s streets to global war,
This Lexus came to settle scores,
REDLINE, TILL IT BREAKS,
IS200—NO MISTAKES.
