Fast and furious we ride the universe To carve a road for us that slices every curve in sight We accelerate, no time to hesitate This load will detonate whoever would Contend its right Born to lead At breakneck speed With high octane We're spitting

It's too late to be grateful It's too late to be late again It's too late to be hateful The European cannon is here The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be

Dall'altra parte della strada Hey man, che cammini come me Hey man, vieni e canta insieme a me Hey fratello di una notte d'estate Ci facciamo un po' compagnia? Da questa parte della strada Che ci facciamo compagnia Ho sei cose nella mente E tu non ci sei

Machika, machika Machika, machika (matata) Y no puedo más Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más Machika, machika (marata) Machika, machika, machika (machika) Turbo, nitro en la máquina (machika) Machika, machika, machika

The sun does shine I can't wait one minute more We can't wait one minute more The sun will shine Don't wait for an invitation No need for reservation This life is an exploration And you gotta see what I see in you Just think of the destination

How does Hamilton the short-tempered Protean creator of the Coast Guard Founder of the New York Post Ardently abuse his cab’net post Destroy his reputation? Welcome, folks, to The Adams administration Jefferson’s the runner-up, which makes him the vice

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate 8X Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Meditate, levitate Greetings from the Golden State Mr. X, to the Z Concentrate, come walk with me Your shit sound so awkwardly I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats Real estate,

Why not believe in me? You got to believe in somethin' Doodle wop a-rat-a-tat boom Take the chain off your brain I'll make the sound of a jet plane zoom I'll make the sound of a fire What have I, I done to you To make you mean And treat me the way you do?

Down in Jungleland The Rangers had a homecoming In Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine Over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The Rat pulls into

The sun does shine I can't wait one minute more We can't wait one minute more The sun will shine Don't wait for an invitation No need for reservation This life is an exploration And you gotta see what I see in you Just think of the destination