[MadCat version The Billion Dollar Monolith 2] Intro I bought the silence, then I bought the roar Signed my name on the dunes just to settle the score Built my empire from torque, grit, and chrome Whole coastline bows when I bring the fleet home Harmony Mm, look at me now Mm, look at me now Verse 1 I got a shop full of thunder and a yard full of heat Every buggy I touch comes out ready to beat One hand on the throttle, one hand on the frame I tune the whole block when they whisper my name Every bolt got a story, every story got a run Every run got a legend ’bout the things I’ve done I drink from the engine, then I bottle the sound Talk slick to the mirror, then I double the pound My rig got a rig with a backup rig too My lift is a kingdom, my wrenches stay true I’m a headline outlaw, a garage‑born king Turning scrap into gold with a spark and a swing Pre‑Chorus Tick, tick, click — that’s torque in motion I move in the hum of a dune‑side devotion One more tighten, then the night gets loud Whole coastline leans when I pull in the crowd Chorus Billion‑dollar monolith Built from the speed shop myth Billion‑dollar monolith Watch the little kings drift Billion‑dollar monolith I own the sand and the sky Billion‑dollar monolith Too fast for their little lies Harmony Too big, too bold Too rich to hold Verse 2 I got a warehouse of engines, a backlot of dreams A museum of parts stacked in chrome‑bright beams My accountant hums like a monk with a gauge Cutting clean through the numbers that fuel my rage I lease out the thunder, I rent out the ride If the dunes get rowdy, I tame the tide I’m a cartoon outlaw with a gold‑plated grin Making markets blush when the revs kick in I don’t chase the bag — it rolls to my door In a convoy of buggies and a V8 roar My ego got a banner, a crest, a crown And a plaque that says “MadCat runs this town” Pre‑Chorus Tick, tick, click — that’s torque in motion I move in the hum of a dune‑side devotion One more tighten, then the night gets loud Whole coastline leans when I pull in the crowd Chorus Billion‑dollar monolith Built from the speed shop myth Billion‑dollar monolith Watch the little kings drift Billion‑dollar monolith I own the sand and the sky Billion‑dollar monolith Too fast for their little lies Harmony Too big, too bold Too rich to hold Verse 3 I got a vault full of pistons and a briefcase of chrome Every build I finish feels carved from stone My shell game honest, my exit clean Like a phantom in a garage with a midnight sheen I can smell fear in the fresh‑cut steel See the whole room freeze when I spin that wheel They call me a menace — I call it a crown I sign with a wrench and shut cities down My portrait on the toolbox, my name on the gate My shadow needs clearance just to navigate And if the streets get loud, I rev up the night Turn the protest to a party under halogen light Pre‑Chorus Tick, tick, click — that’s torque in motion I move in the hum of a dune‑side devotion One more tighten, then the night gets loud Whole coastline leans when I pull in the crowd Chorus Billion‑dollar monolith Built from the speed shop myth Billion‑dollar monolith Watch the little kings drift Billion‑dollar monolith I own the sand and the sky Billion‑dollar monolith Too fast for their little lies Harmony Too big, too bold Too rich to hold Verse 4 Now the whole shop glows like a crown made of steel I built a cathedral where the engines kneel My name on the rafters, my initials in chrome Every build I ever touched turned a ride to home I bought the silence of highways, the thunder of nights Turned a rumor to a doctrine in my dune‑side rites I got a balcony of buggies, a mezzanine of might And a choir made of engines singing “Run it right” If the world starts shaking, I tighten the frame Shift the burden to the pistons where legends remain I’m the architect of horsepower, the patron of spin And the garage door closes when the sermon begins Bridge — Smoky Brass, Heavy Funk (Oh, it’s rumbling now…) Bassline rolling like a secret I keep Grease on my hands with a promise I reap I bend whole dunes with a flick of my wrist Turn a whisper to a run no rider resists (Too big… too bold…) I’m the hum in the shop, the lock on the light The groove in the shadows when the engines ignite Every step I take got a build in tow And the world leans in when I tell it to go [Outro] — (Slow, Heavy, Neon‑Garage Fade)
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