The Pursuit Apollo Brown & O.C.

[Verse 1]
Whip shining when I pull up
Greets and pounds, what up?
All of my life been a stand-up dude, my drive
Stretched far as the I-95
NASCAR affiliate with highway miles
But not attached to a sponsor
I'm what you call an independent delegate kinda biased to Obama
Burnin' Pirellis, breakin' the law while talkin' on a celly
Low in the bucket seat like 'fuck it'
Excess speed in the fast lane
Everything's a blur, a few cocktails entail
If I get stopped, I'm gettin' popped cause I'm way past the limit
Highway RPMs break digits
Doppler says rain
Tires grippin' the street causing me to fishtail, peel, and hydroplane
Stock car drivers dyin' set the track on fire
Johnny Blaze before he trans' to ghost rider

[Hook]
In the death race dippin' from the boys in blue
Got them run flats in case the spikes in place
Issued by Dunlap they made, mashin' the throttle
Crossin' state lines like The Bandit in the Trans-Am
With blue fatigues justice on my ass, damn
Making my OJ getaway, cops in hot pursuit
Radio ahead to clear the interstate