[Intro – Low bass rumble with motor idle] Not many… not many… Breakaway Squad… not many… Yo… [Verse 1] Not many racers come close to the squad we run Breakaway kings, Calamba born under the sun We build from scratch, no handouts, no free ride Every screw we twist, every upgrade we pride Sa bawat track, kami'y nag-iiwan ng bakas Mini four drive legends, walang makakapantay sa lakas Not many got the heart to crash and rebuild quick We flip the car, dust off, back in the mix Not many got the nerve to hit that hairpin tight Counter-steer blind, trust the grip in the night Christchurch garden wide, quake city shakes the ground But Breakaway Squad stays planted, never backin' down [Chorus] Not many, if any, come close to the team we got Breakaway Squad hot, we never stop Not many, if any, can hang with the way we roll Tamiya control, we own the whole Not many, if any, got the fire we bring to the lane Breakaway Squad reign, feel the pain Not many, if any, survive the crash and the spin We win again, let the legend begin [Verse 2] Not many tuners know the secret sauce we mix Nitro drops, ball diffs, bearings super slick We race for the love, not the trophy on the shelf But when we cross that line first—man, we help ourselves Sa Calamba heat, pawis tumutulo sa plastic frame Breakaway Squad, di kami natatakot sa shame Not many got the squad to back 'em when they fall We lift each other up, answer every call From garden city mist to the straights that never end Not many got the spirit that we defend One hundred beats per minute heart, motor screaming loud Breakaway Squad forever—stand proud! [Bridge] (Yeah! Not many! Breakaway! Squad up!) Not many can say they rebuilt after the wreck Not many keep racing with zero regrets Not many got that unbreakable crew Breakaway Squad—me and you! [Final Chorus – Explosive layered] Not many, if any, come close to the team we got Breakaway Squad hot, we never stop Not many, if any, can hang with the way we roll Tamiya control, we own the whole Not many, if any, got the fire we bring to the lane Breakaway Squad reign, feel the pain Not many, if any, survive the crash and the spin We win again—Breakaway Squad in! [Outro – Fading scratches and motor wind-down] Not many… not many… Breakaway Squad… not many… From Calamba to Christchurch… We run this… forever…
