"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.
You want me to jam I'm finna enter
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity
Criminally finna be some shit
I crack you open like the youngest male Kennedy
Got the whole planet rockin' off the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes while I stick 'em
With another hit up out of the abyss
The Tech N9ne Nina out to find vaginas
Just the playa clubbin' it, rubbin' it
Lovin' that crema streama, might seem a little extreme
My thing when I flips I gots to make sho' that it's hot
And make the whole planet rock like this
Here's my chance to blast away
Haters causing friction
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Call it what you want it, ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a bianc up in my sector, can I bone it?
Cause all we want to do is get drunk, get blowed
Spin shit, spark blunts, and fuck hoes
We quick to beat a buster down bad
Midwestside put me in the Soundlab
Now I'm (*demonic noises*)
I flipped it backwards for you flow snatchers
Blast ya'll in the ass, Nina playin' fast ball
Crash all glass jaws
Mad y'all cause last call I was in the back of the club
Bangin' the hell outta this bad broad
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross (10 seconds 'till lift off)
Be soaked in pistol grip sauce, ripped off
The technique's complete heat
Retreat 6 feet under 6 feet
Unique speaks, freaks tweek
Never let the BCs can it, while the trooper Tecca Nina rock the planet, nigga
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
I'm about the strippers in the back makin' ass hop
A Mitchell Bade tryna grip 'em like a pad lock
The Don Juan really never let the cash stop
The Tecca Nina make the planet rock
It don't stop
I got that type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy
Swiftly makin' rappers do 360's (Never knew three 6's)
Other niggas tryna diss me be (Under these prefixes)
Non ill mal-functional (N9ne!) Rambunctional
Never let up on a heated mic 'till I'm comfortable, Rogue style
57th-56th Street Gang, grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips we bang
Hit us with a what? (Lyrical head splitter)
(Makin' hella hoes get a nut)
(Make 'em put the rolls in they butt)
(Let a ho be a slut)
(Negaro never give a fuck)
"Why the attitude? Nina ross you got the sauce"
Nigga, I'm mad cuz the Chiefs lost, I'm pieced off
In Kansas City, I'm straight from the abyss, Tech N9ne!
I got the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
Here's my chance to blast away
Haters causing friction
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Don Juan makes the planet rock
Tech N9ne makes the planet rock
QDIII makes the planet rock
Triple Life makes the planet rock
Rogue Dog makes the planet rock
Costa Nostra makes the planet rock
Nnutt Howze makes the planet rock
MidWestSide makes the planet rock
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity
Criminally finna be some shit
I crack you open like the youngest male Kennedy
Got the whole planet rockin' off the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck what I say
Throw ya souls in the air like this
Flash ya bar codes while I stick 'em
With another hit up out of the abyss
The Tech N9ne Nina out to find vaginas
Just the playa clubbin' it, rubbin' it
Lovin' that crema streama, might seem a little extreme
My thing when I flips I gots to make sho' that it's hot
And make the whole planet rock like this
Here's my chance to blast away
Haters causing friction
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Call it what you want it, ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a bianc up in my sector, can I bone it?
Cause all we want to do is get drunk, get blowed
Spin shit, spark blunts, and fuck hoes
We quick to beat a buster down bad
Midwestside put me in the Soundlab
Now I'm (*demonic noises*)
I flipped it backwards for you flow snatchers
Blast ya'll in the ass, Nina playin' fast ball
Crash all glass jaws
Mad y'all cause last call I was in the back of the club
Bangin' the hell outta this bad broad
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross (10 seconds 'till lift off)
Be soaked in pistol grip sauce, ripped off
The technique's complete heat
Retreat 6 feet under 6 feet
Unique speaks, freaks tweek
Never let the BCs can it, while the trooper Tecca Nina rock the planet, nigga
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
I'm about the strippers in the back makin' ass hop
A Mitchell Bade tryna grip 'em like a pad lock
The Don Juan really never let the cash stop
The Tecca Nina make the planet rock
It don't stop
I got that type of flow to make 'em make Scream 3
Six rappers being hunted by a killa MC
I never killed a bianca with a 36D
A party with the bitches on my planet lookin' crispy
Swiftly makin' rappers do 360's (Never knew three 6's)
Other niggas tryna diss me be (Under these prefixes)
Non ill mal-functional (N9ne!) Rambunctional
Never let up on a heated mic 'till I'm comfortable, Rogue style
57th-56th Street Gang, grips we gain
Anybody wanna trips we bang
Hit us with a what? (Lyrical head splitter)
(Makin' hella hoes get a nut)
(Make 'em put the rolls in they butt)
(Let a ho be a slut)
(Negaro never give a fuck)
"Why the attitude? Nina ross you got the sauce"
Nigga, I'm mad cuz the Chiefs lost, I'm pieced off
In Kansas City, I'm straight from the abyss, Tech N9ne!
I got the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
Here's my chance to blast away
Haters causing friction
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Don Juan makes the planet rock
Tech N9ne makes the planet rock
QDIII makes the planet rock
Triple Life makes the planet rock
Rogue Dog makes the planet rock
Costa Nostra makes the planet rock
Nnutt Howze makes the planet rock
MidWestSide makes the planet rock
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Don Juan
(Who keep it sizzlin'?) Tech N9ne!
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Planet Rock Lyrics as written by Dajuan Cayson Aaron Yates
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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