[Intro – spoken] Oi, push the door, step into Marc Beats' garage Smell the fresh grip tape, nitro haze, heart starts racing large First time eyes land on this beast of a track, what the fuck? Tamiya mini warzone, Breakaway Squad, we ain't giving up [Verse one] Walk in slow, jaw drops, floor's got rubber burns already This ain't some kiddie oval, this is pure unhinged deadly Hairpin corners so tight, you gotta beg the wall for mercy Then jump ramps launching minis sky-high, airborne controversy Chicanes twisting like a snake on bath salts, no escape Bends so sharp they'll slice your axle, leave you in escape tape Banked turns leaning wicked, tempting throttle to the max Full send or bin it hard, no in-between, straight facts [Chorus] Sharp bends bite and tear Jumps launch dreams past the rafters Marc, what madness built? [Verse two] Marc, pare, ano ba 'tong ginawa mo this week, grabe Track's a fucking monster, got the squad losing our sanity Double-apex devils laughing while you try to thread the eye Sweeper wide and mean, straight so long you forget to cry Bumpy sections rattle chassis till the screws fall out Elevation changes flipping cars, acrobatic shout One-eighty bastards mocking every time you bin it in foam Final sweeper's beauty—Jesus, it's calling you home [Chorus] Corners grip the soul Mini beasts scream through the chaos What have you crafted? [Verse three] Pumunta ulit, tingin sa track na 'to parang droga na talaga Marc, ano 'to ulit, puta, this week's creation is brutal na Blind entry sweeper, eyes shut, pure instinct lang ang laban Triple-apex chicane last, thread the needle or get stabbed Cars flipping if you breathe wrong, bodies smashed sa barriers But nail it clean, that rush hits harder than ten cold San Migs Breakaway Squad gathered 'round, beers cracked, laughing at the wrecks Marc grinning like a demon, remote checking the next specs This garage ain't just a shed, it's a temple built for speed Tamiya dreams from scratch, every corner planted with greed [Verse four] I'm stood here gobsmacked, proper lost for words, innit bruv Layout got soul, got anger, got that raw unfiltered love From the rattlin' bumps shaking minis to their tiny bones To the jumps defying gravity under fluorescent domes Marc, you mad bastard, outdone yourself again this time Squad's buzzing, throttles pinned, no mercy, cross the line Gonna line 'em up proper, full attack, no fear tonight Breakaway Squad forever, but this track owns the fight [Final Chorus] Garage lights burn fierce Tamiya chaos awakens Marc, legend this week
