Fast T9 (Interplay 532)

Fresh kicks, solding shit out for the sake of It. Four-four rhythm to the beat, Move it syncopated. On the track, running laps in a club, Spin the rack. Not too fast, not too fast, Not too fast, make it last. On the top, Thirteen. With a sock, eight inch. Quarter block, seventeen. With a fake ID. On the track, Running laps in a club, Spin the rack. Not too fast, not too not president of the Percocet VP of the MMC. Fire mix, burning my CD. Six eighteen, less than me. Lift your head, look at me. Look at me, look at me, look at me. This shit is way too deep. I need to get off the grid. Four-five-six, cop new kicks. On a bus to Crete, watching adult flicks. Not too fast, not too fast. Not too fast, fast, fast, fast, Fast, Fast, not too fast, Make it last. Not too fast, Make It