Redline Rush

(The sound of a heavy garage door rolling up. A high-end engine cranks and purrs. A sharp turbo blow-off valve hiss cuts through the air.) Yeah...Bay area bounce on this one.

Shift it into gear. Watch the lines blur. Let's roll.

(Fast-paced, rhythmic, riding right on top of the snare)

Pulling up hot, yeah, we parking it sideways. Neon underglow reflecting off the highways.

Step into the venue, you know how we do. Got the whole city coming out with the crew Look at the floor, man, it’s wall to wall (wall to wall) Watch how she moves, don’t slip(don’t slip), don’t fall (don’t fall) bassline heavy, the subwoofers hitting Everybody jumping, nobody is sitting She gave me the look, told me "meet me outside" Leave the club behind, let's go for a ride. (Wall to wall) (don’t slip, don’t fall) answering the highways call…(Wall to wall) (don’t slip, don’t fall)

(Hypnotic, repetitive club hook with a heavy sub-bass drop)Drop it low, (drop it low) make it bend, wall to wall Keep your balance, hit the rhythm, don’t slip, don’t fall. Come on baby, show me it all. Yeah, come on baby, show me it all. Now hit the gas, (hit it) (hit it) hit the gas, let our engine roar as everything blows past. (Hit it) (hit it) Hear the turbo boost, whistling scream! Wall to wall, turn through turn. Come on baby, show me it all.

(Double-time flow, snappy delivery) Hand on the wheel, foot on the throttle. Moving so fast, the dotted lights become glowing streaks, as the engine peaks. The midnight air cold, intake to exhaust this car is BOSS. Stories in the sky, the ones never told, going fast never gets old. She’s tapping on the dash to the beat of the drum. Telling me to push it 'til the vison is blurred. We own the open road and we clearing the space. Nobody can catch us, not with our grueling pace. All lanes occupied ahead I tap the brembo brakes enough, drop a gear down, steady rpm to navigate the maneuver, execute the pass stomp the gas, let the engine ignite shooting flames in our wake. We flying through the shadows of the city tonight.

(The beat strips back to just a ticking hi-hat and a pulsing bass notes)Wall to wall... she’s got it all…wall to wall you should see her do the watermelon crawl. Don't slip, don't fall... full throttle always, speed is it all. Come on baby… come on baby… (go baby go) (SFX: The throttle opens up wide. A massive, high-pitched whistling scream of the turbo echoing)There it goes! Hit the button! Nitrous ignites, speeding through triple digit nights.

(Hypnotic, repetitive club hook with a heavy sub-bass drop)Drop it low, (drop it low) make it bend, wall to wall Keep your balance, hit the rhythm, don’t slip, don’t fall. Come on baby, show me it all. Yeah, come on baby, show me it all.

(Beat starts to fade out as the car speeds off into the distance)Don't slip, don't fall...Show me it all. (SFX: One last sharp turbo hiss)I always give her my all. I never fall and keep it off the wall.