Gentleman start you engines and listen to me/

I'ma tell you how a auto can describe a emcee/

My brains is the Single Board Engine Controller S.B.E.C for short/

And it'll take you four times to clean each of my injection ports/

My tires are my kicks burning out in the streets/

Rhyming is the race lets see if you can compete/

My heart is the pistons thrustin up and down/

Showin off in the streets ladies smile, fellas frown/

Dont pull on my choke girl or you'll flood me out/

Cause you know what happens when a oil leak goes down south/

My rims are glarin but they hangin off my wrist/

And my connectin rods are blarin with the mic in my fist/

My 02 sensor sensin trouble ahead/

Spittin too much not enough oxygen to the head/

I have to slow down and lower my rpm's I'm stallin/

I need a tune up quick or my temperature will start fallin/

My Transmission is built mean with power gears/

To put emcees in wet sweats and constant tears/

Wakin up in the night with blood in your eyes/

That was my drive by like a transformer in disguise/

See I'm like Optimus Prime/

My blood pressures rising out my tranny cooler line/

My Air Filters dirty from cleanin emcees/

And I seen myself famous from the headrest tv's/

Blunt MC fell in my ashtray/

Next to my already chewed gum and empty bottle of ocean spray/

Got decals on my hood of the sultans of rap/

Shit enigmatic through my tailpipe like some mexican crap/

Killa Instinkz tried to race me bar for bar/

But they were a yugo my shit was a sports car/

I got NOS and Flowmaster runnin in this bitch/

And I can Pause and still flowfaster than this bitch/

See my machinery and presence is a work of art/

So let La Familia stall while the Sultans start/

Right off the line you were burnt at the light/

Your sponsors quit on you and maybe even alldiq might/

Vroom Vroom Errrrrrrrrrt The checkered flag is out/

So come holla at your race car with the dick in your mouth

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*Sultan Of Rap*