Delorean
Phantom Menace on the beat meng
Make the mission complete meng
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get, let's get it ya'll
1 Point 21 giggawatts
Hip hop is beat knocks and beat box
Throw it back to fat laces and high socks, yea
And maybe we can get it on
Two tables and a microphone
Transform Decipticon, ha
I just provide you with style
So accept it you shall
Let loose and get wild, yea
We only living for the night
Another chance to get it right
Cut the check and hit the lights
Hit the lights baby, grab a cup and let's go
67 Inches tall with a flame in my soul
I can take it back to '92, daddy ain't home
Talent show won gold singing "End of the Road"
Can't get it by me
Mike Schmidt, hot corner, don't even try me
Macho Man will snap on ya
Like a Goonie I was brought up on some never say die
And if you think you're well equipped then come along for the ride
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
Drop the hammer and gun it to 88, uh
Days of Thunder, you're Trickle in second place, whoa
I'm tricking bitches, they thinking I'm Corey Haim
You're Marty McFly, I'm Biff bringing the future pain
No lames, I'm going against the grain
I been this way since Soul For Real and "Candy Rain"
Soul Plane, and ya'll are so plain
Every lick that I hit, they think I'm playing like Damon Wayans, nah
No bitch I ain't Homie The Clown
Your tunes will never go 'round, broken record no sound
I'm attacking the bass
Talking round for round
Call me Iron Mike Tyson how I'm taking it down, ha
Talk about rap I got a gift and a blade
Hit the clip, shift gears, fire tracks when I'm blazed
Catch me on a new wave
Hover boarding in Jays
Bubble vest with the zippers like I hang with Michael J
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
Make the mission complete meng
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get, let's get it ya'll
1 Point 21 giggawatts
Hip hop is beat knocks and beat box
Throw it back to fat laces and high socks, yea
And maybe we can get it on
Two tables and a microphone
Transform Decipticon, ha
I just provide you with style
So accept it you shall
Let loose and get wild, yea
We only living for the night
Another chance to get it right
Cut the check and hit the lights
Hit the lights baby, grab a cup and let's go
67 Inches tall with a flame in my soul
I can take it back to '92, daddy ain't home
Talent show won gold singing "End of the Road"
Can't get it by me
Mike Schmidt, hot corner, don't even try me
Macho Man will snap on ya
Like a Goonie I was brought up on some never say die
And if you think you're well equipped then come along for the ride
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
Drop the hammer and gun it to 88, uh
Days of Thunder, you're Trickle in second place, whoa
I'm tricking bitches, they thinking I'm Corey Haim
You're Marty McFly, I'm Biff bringing the future pain
No lames, I'm going against the grain
I been this way since Soul For Real and "Candy Rain"
Soul Plane, and ya'll are so plain
Every lick that I hit, they think I'm playing like Damon Wayans, nah
No bitch I ain't Homie The Clown
Your tunes will never go 'round, broken record no sound
I'm attacking the bass
Talking round for round
Call me Iron Mike Tyson how I'm taking it down, ha
Talk about rap I got a gift and a blade
Hit the clip, shift gears, fire tracks when I'm blazed
Catch me on a new wave
Hover boarding in Jays
Bubble vest with the zippers like I hang with Michael J
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
My Deloreans sick, watch the doors throw up
I'm on some time travel shit
Shifting gears, keep up
Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Pino
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