"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
(Chorus)
always ever all days death before dishonor
comin back as though I can still see if you got static
fuck tryin' to steal me shit you gon' have to kill me
and if somebody cappin Ima tell em what happens when my emotions erupt
shots make me duck that's when Ima have to fuck you up
(verse 1)
its like uh ah muthafucka can't fight the feelin the way Ima fuck em
have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em
talk about a man being scared, I done killed him be dead in his tomb
still shakin
hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound
still achin'
I wonder if his voice still breakin'
better be cause I steadily
hit him with gats and styles that heavily
armed and dangerous and deadily
that ahead of me receive two holes like the letter be
better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances
to delete your advances for slate I can paint this piece on canvas
with a paint brush that a nigga can't truss like a god so I can't rush
won't crush
if you ever heard about a crew that can't bust then motherfucker it
ain't us; don't touch
a mike or a gun if you ain't gonna use it,
do it
claiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fluid
prove it
'cause no matter who it is can't tell the westside to leave a bitch shedding
tears
the young kill everyday the old itchin to kill 'cause they ain't offed
a nigga dead in years
shoot him dead in his, this style of flow is a verbal calico
make a chest ripple
they get a call from the sky sayin they all gonna die
don't leave the rest crippled
(chorus 2x)
(verse 2)
mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and leave a motherfucker
cold as a crisis
with a technique as cold as isis, and mikes as my control devices
or do I gotta get off some nigga shit
show the biggest dick with the biggest clique that be hazardous if
I let the trigga click
you don't benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he live it just a
little bit; so go on with the riddle shit
if you got something to stress then get it off your chest and
we can take it to the middle bitch
and go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm leavin
niggas out done, cut up
but its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he let his
mouth run so shut up
and sit back if you know what's good for you I can still overthrow you
I don't give a fuck about the fact that the hood know you
don't make a nigga have to show you
that Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a blast
at me and cause tragedy
that was how it was that was how it is and that's the way it has to be
(chorus 2x)
(verse 3)
its like uh, ah, sit back and let the shit just straight marinate
I pull the stage curtain back like norman bates
performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate
its a constant struggle for us white boys with the shit hittin licks
in the scuffle for us
my nigga lucky made him bleed fear is if to proceed to bust
if he a different type of breed from us
so y'all petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains
inflicted
even if it ain't things to taunt pain like rage till my brain is wicked
ain't even lived out a quarter of your lifetime tryin to push product
and ain't servin the right kind and ain't strivin the right rhymes
but Ima shorten your lifeline
through the pipeline I vocal cold bust em plus them with killers
jaw stealers throw dealers rushin parties bloody body chillers
pretty casket fillers
'cause those niggas got they shit together
we come pay to Creator's Way and don't gotta be but then again whatever
(chorus)
always ever all days death before dishonor
comin back as though I can still see if you got static
fuck tryin' to steal me shit you gon' have to kill me
and if somebody cappin Ima tell em what happens when my emotions erupt
shots make me duck that's when Ima have to fuck you up
(verse 1)
its like uh ah muthafucka can't fight the feelin the way Ima fuck em
have an orgasm but for the orchasm hit em as if a 4-5 buck em
talk about a man being scared, I done killed him be dead in his tomb
still shakin
hit em in his body and his head, now be found in heaven with the wound
still achin'
I wonder if his voice still breakin'
better be cause I steadily
hit him with gats and styles that heavily
armed and dangerous and deadily
that ahead of me receive two holes like the letter be
better you instead of me, breakin peace can increase your chances
to delete your advances for slate I can paint this piece on canvas
with a paint brush that a nigga can't truss like a god so I can't rush
won't crush
if you ever heard about a crew that can't bust then motherfucker it
ain't us; don't touch
a mike or a gun if you ain't gonna use it,
do it
claiming your weapons and tecs and you gonna be checked and fluid
prove it
'cause no matter who it is can't tell the westside to leave a bitch shedding
tears
the young kill everyday the old itchin to kill 'cause they ain't offed
a nigga dead in years
shoot him dead in his, this style of flow is a verbal calico
make a chest ripple
they get a call from the sky sayin they all gonna die
don't leave the rest crippled
(chorus 2x)
(verse 2)
mikers, mikers be tryin to take mine and leave a motherfucker
cold as a crisis
with a technique as cold as isis, and mikes as my control devices
or do I gotta get off some nigga shit
show the biggest dick with the biggest clique that be hazardous if
I let the trigga click
you don't benefit if a nigga get from the rage if he live it just a
little bit; so go on with the riddle shit
if you got something to stress then get it off your chest and
we can take it to the middle bitch
and go on get it on and I bet you that the outcome is that I'm leavin
niggas out done, cut up
but its odd to see a motherfucker outrun just because he let his
mouth run so shut up
and sit back if you know what's good for you I can still overthrow you
I don't give a fuck about the fact that the hood know you
don't make a nigga have to show you
that Ima die before you make an ass of me stop as if you took a blast
at me and cause tragedy
that was how it was that was how it is and that's the way it has to be
(chorus 2x)
(verse 3)
its like uh, ah, sit back and let the shit just straight marinate
I pull the stage curtain back like norman bates
performin hates smokin on some reefer performin fate
its a constant struggle for us white boys with the shit hittin licks
in the scuffle for us
my nigga lucky made him bleed fear is if to proceed to bust
if he a different type of breed from us
so y'all petty niggas need to hush; two straight to you brain means pains
inflicted
even if it ain't things to taunt pain like rage till my brain is wicked
ain't even lived out a quarter of your lifetime tryin to push product
and ain't servin the right kind and ain't strivin the right rhymes
but Ima shorten your lifeline
through the pipeline I vocal cold bust em plus them with killers
jaw stealers throw dealers rushin parties bloody body chillers
pretty casket fillers
'cause those niggas got they shit together
we come pay to Creator's Way and don't gotta be but then again whatever
(chorus)
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
Death Before Dishonor Lyrics as written by Samuel C. Lindley Carl Terrell Mitchell
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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