Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Chrome on my wrist, black on the tank
Sportster growl when I roll out the bank
Hands on the bars, I don’t need a lane
I was built too loud for the hush and the shame
Cut through the town like a blade through cloth
Got a full head of fire and a grin that’s raw
See me lean low when the pavement snaps
Back tire talkin’ like it wants that map
I got that itch in my chest, that spark in my gut
One twist, one burst, then I open it up
No leash on the beast, no chain on the chest
I been feeling that pulse like a test, then a test
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that engine call
Feels like I might fall
Hands steady, eyes locked
I don’t plan to stop
[Chorus]
Open it up, open it up (open it up)
Sportster thunder, Sportster thunder
Edge of the rush, edge of the rush
Sportster thunder, Sportster thunder
[Verse 2]
Fuck the noise on the side, I’m gone in a flash
Too much mouth in the crowd, I just twist and dash
They want rules on my skin, hands on my soul
But I ride my own line, let the whole world know
Every red light lookin’ like a dare to me
Every hard turn feel like a prayer to me
I don’t fold up, I don’t cool down
I let the road bite back when I swing through town
Adrenaline hit like a blade on the tongue
Got me lit, got me mean, got me ready to run
If they stare, let ’em stare, I’m a weather system
Black boots, loud pipes, and a hunger they can’t get with ’em
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that engine call
Feels like I might fall
Hands steady, eyes locked
I don’t plan to stop
[Chorus]
Open it up, open it up (open it up)
Sportster thunder, Sportster thunder
Edge of the rush, edge of the rush
Sportster thunder, Sportster thunder
[Bridge]
For one clean second, the whole world bends
Just me and the night and the miles I defend
Then I snap back hard with a grin and a glare
If you want me slowed down, I was never there
[Chorus]
Open it up, open it up (open it up)
Sportster thunder, Sportster thunder
Edge of the rush, edge of the rush
Sportster thunder, Sportster thunder
Details
GeneratedJul 2, 2026
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap with aggressive halftime bounce, rattling 808s, clipped hi-hats, and a grimy bassline; verse rides tense and forward with tight internal rhymes, pre-chorus opens into shouted doubles, chorus hits with gang vocals and a chantable one-line hook. Add tire-screech risers, engine rev samples, and short echo throws on the last word of each hook. Mix is hard-edged, loud, and metallic, with a raw close-mic lead., rap
Credits
Prompt by
racingman420
racingman420ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Feel the rumble of a Harley Davidson sportster fuck the cops fuck the people. I’m gonna open this bitch up and spread like an eagle no way to stop no the edge the adrenaline feel is amazing , rap
