"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.
I warn you shit face!
I pick who I'm gonna bury next
Say your prayers fast,
'cause you're about to feel my arm in
Freedom of speech, watch how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought temptations, slap-boxed in the devil's cage
The globetrotter, spot rusher
I bust in your mouth like a gusher, it's Wu-Tang motherfucker!
"Iron Man," I cock my music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by a park ranger
Burst of adrenaline, bungee jumped off the Verrazano
I sky dive in some sky blue Ferragamo's
Ran the streets heavy, kept my charms chunky
You damn right I fuck fans and I keep the munchies
Guess you must be, the four dog fist champion
(I've heard of this devil's kick, of course yeah)
(Everyone knows in the Kung-Fu world)
(It's a method that's never been defeated yet)
Ha ha ha, and won't be
I suppose I should warn you
I've been given good money, to kill you
Yo, loose cannon, forty-deuce flicks, two parrots
Lay back at The Palace like Mike Harris
Callous, fly nicest, metallic bang mallets
Fly your whole cabbage to Paris
The black Pat Garrett, karats on Donna Karans
Guys die tryin' to drive the McLaren
Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace
Angelic, your body lie cold without spirit
My finest hour, you're sacrificed to a higher power
Fly from the tower, I fry sour
And buy powder, 40 Cal give your pal a shower
You shit in your Calvin Klein trousers
The night prowler, your life is ours
Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you pushin' up flowers
You ain't counter chip counters
Them niggas is pimps, your bitch shouted
The 650 get clouded
You'll see! I'm a master now
And whoever insulted you, pays with his life for this
That I swear! I'll fight now
(Okay, not bad)
(Patience, you've not seen it all yet)
Yo, gun or beef, I don't discriminate, beat dudes black and blue
Snack on crews like they food, takin' space up on my dinner plate
Dependin' on my mental state, the mood that I'm in'll make
Me charge like a bull, pull the tool out and ventilate you
Sin-ner takes you down, lace your crown, face get found
Full of rounds from the pound, that detonate when they penetrate
Can tell you always been a snake, you don't move like I do
Imitators hate the fact that they can't do what I do
I'm mindful of my rivals, I can smell 'em when they slide through
Provide you my arrival, still won't even get a side view
Won't know that life is over, 'til I'm standin' right beside you
It's not that I don't like you motherfuckers, I despise you
The other different pedigree, not cut from the same cloth
Stay G'd up from the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk, my guns lust to bust off
But every time I squeeze they call police to bus me up North
Sin-ister the Finisher, they label me a menace and got
Mad when I laughed at the judge durin' sentencing
Not, glorifyin' prison but I'm built tough for biddin'
See survival of the fittest shit I live it e'ry minute
Every hour to the second, I'm granted my respect
Never catch the God in the yard, sharpenin' the weapons
Got, shooters on demand, new recruits to the Clan
Sticking everything movin', more loot for the fam
Ain't a damn thing changed, just say the name bitch
Wu-Tang! (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
I pick who I'm gonna bury next
Say your prayers fast,
'cause you're about to feel my arm in
Freedom of speech, watch how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought temptations, slap-boxed in the devil's cage
The globetrotter, spot rusher
I bust in your mouth like a gusher, it's Wu-Tang motherfucker!
"Iron Man," I cock my music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by a park ranger
Burst of adrenaline, bungee jumped off the Verrazano
I sky dive in some sky blue Ferragamo's
Ran the streets heavy, kept my charms chunky
You damn right I fuck fans and I keep the munchies
Guess you must be, the four dog fist champion
(I've heard of this devil's kick, of course yeah)
(Everyone knows in the Kung-Fu world)
(It's a method that's never been defeated yet)
Ha ha ha, and won't be
I suppose I should warn you
I've been given good money, to kill you
Yo, loose cannon, forty-deuce flicks, two parrots
Lay back at The Palace like Mike Harris
Callous, fly nicest, metallic bang mallets
Fly your whole cabbage to Paris
The black Pat Garrett, karats on Donna Karans
Guys die tryin' to drive the McLaren
Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace
Angelic, your body lie cold without spirit
My finest hour, you're sacrificed to a higher power
Fly from the tower, I fry sour
And buy powder, 40 Cal give your pal a shower
You shit in your Calvin Klein trousers
The night prowler, your life is ours
Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you pushin' up flowers
You ain't counter chip counters
Them niggas is pimps, your bitch shouted
The 650 get clouded
You'll see! I'm a master now
And whoever insulted you, pays with his life for this
That I swear! I'll fight now
(Okay, not bad)
(Patience, you've not seen it all yet)
Yo, gun or beef, I don't discriminate, beat dudes black and blue
Snack on crews like they food, takin' space up on my dinner plate
Dependin' on my mental state, the mood that I'm in'll make
Me charge like a bull, pull the tool out and ventilate you
Sin-ner takes you down, lace your crown, face get found
Full of rounds from the pound, that detonate when they penetrate
Can tell you always been a snake, you don't move like I do
Imitators hate the fact that they can't do what I do
I'm mindful of my rivals, I can smell 'em when they slide through
Provide you my arrival, still won't even get a side view
Won't know that life is over, 'til I'm standin' right beside you
It's not that I don't like you motherfuckers, I despise you
The other different pedigree, not cut from the same cloth
Stay G'd up from the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk, my guns lust to bust off
But every time I squeeze they call police to bus me up North
Sin-ister the Finisher, they label me a menace and got
Mad when I laughed at the judge durin' sentencing
Not, glorifyin' prison but I'm built tough for biddin'
See survival of the fittest shit I live it e'ry minute
Every hour to the second, I'm granted my respect
Never catch the God in the yard, sharpenin' the weapons
Got, shooters on demand, new recruits to the Clan
Sticking everything movin', more loot for the fam
Ain't a damn thing changed, just say the name bitch
Wu-Tang! (Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang)
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The Black Diamonds Lyrics as written by Jeryl Grant Dennis David Coles
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC
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