Every single time I hear this track cat it makes my eyes swell

So I turn back and ask for a scratch from Trey Qel

Oh I manage that magic hot flow

If you think yours matches, my man, it's not so

And you don't know I just transformed the front row

Into psychos on pogo sticks at gun shows

Not a stunt show, half booty naked like Squanto

But with bobo dreads draped on my burgundy poncho

It sort of makes an ordinary ninja like me

Look like an Oakland Raider runningback tackling geeks

Baby I'm hectic from the helmet to the spikes on my feet

If interested man I'll bless it with a mic and a beat

RedCloud is hyper on speed, the crowd will like it indeed

You'll jump around like Everlast did in the stifling heat

If you're impressed with the direction that I rock and compete

Then chuck your fists up in the sky because the job is complete

[Hook]

8000 RPMs is redline

Your Chevy and your Ford V8s can't touch mine

4 banging and hanging with 10 second time

Bring it in the form of a rhyme

It's redline

We're the Boondock Saints, Jake it ain't no joke

Cause it's cool and calm, come in a room full of smoke

Like a broken tapedeck in an ancient basement

And the blaze is raging but the barricade's broke

I never serenaded every lady I approach

I'm just soaking up the mocha, sipping cocoa to the throat

Cappuccino IV is mighty kind yo when it's cold

Feeling older than Hoboken hobos covered in a cloak

I'm smothering the southern bay

Mother to other ways

Blasting rays like an ambassador from outer space

Hovering to cover days

Brother of the ricochet

Crenshaw chainsaw massacre, I'm leatherface

Later days, feather-ended pen, sever wicked ways

Kick it like a cricket's legs chirping in a little cage

TicketMaster tickets, time is ticking till I hit the stage

Wiggling the middle, giving praises through the nickel plate

[Hook]

8000 RPMs is redline

Your Chevy and your Ford V8s can't touch mine

4 banging and hanging with 10 second time

Bring it in the form of a rhyme

It's redline

This one goes out to L ScatterBrain

And DJ Mino 92 and the gang

Original redlining, shining bright in fact

My brethren SP, all the numerous cats

Roto-Rooter, my motor scooter is parked outside of Hooters

If my lady finds out there is no doubt I'm getting neutered

It suits me well and super, my crew's like superhumans

Confused with Mighty Morphin's, the truth we are VR Troopers

I might cold cock these country sucker chumps with an uppercut

And roughing up these diamond-studded busters till they pucker up

I'm tough enough to run you over with a pick-up truck

And scrape you off the pavement with a shovel, brother listen up

This is for the Clan, for the Tribe, for the Crew

This is for the Clique, for the Mob, for the Youth

This is for the red, for the white and the blue

This is for the who, the who? The True