Static & Steel (Race The Omen Mashup)

Scale and steel. Static in the air. Clear the left lane. Race The Omen on the frequency... lock it in. [Verse 1] Neon reflecting off the windshield glass, Tonnage on the frame while the yellow lines pass. Heavy metal rolling down the dark interstate, Mastered the rhythm while I'm setting the rate. They talk big games on the local display, I’m writing legends while the shadow turns grey. Engine roaring like a storm in the cage, Turning raw pressure into heat on the page. Cyber-funk hum coming straight through the floor, Zero competition when I kick down the door. [Chorus] Wheels spin fast, axles locked and green, Race The Omen crushing through the neon scene. Put it on the scale, static in the sky, Call it solitary—I call it overdrive. Static on the deck, asphalt in the tread, You can't weigh momentum when the warning reads red. [Verse 2] Cruising past the city while the fake ones sleep, Holding down the rhythm where the water runs deep. They look for the shortcut, wanting the easy path, I take the heavy load, iron-bound, math for math. Brass hits heavy like an omen in the night, Watching all the miles disappear out of sight. You hear the signal coming through the dead air, Look into the rearview—nothing but a glare. I am the dark before the break of the dawn, Setting up the board while they’re moving like a pawn. [Bridge] Chrome and iron... You can't gauge momentum on a standard scale. No cruise control when the track gets deep. Working while the rest of the world’s asleep... [Chorus] Wheels spin fast, axles locked and green, Race The Omen crushing through the neon scene. Put it on the scale, static in the sky, Call it solitary—I call it overdrive. Static on the deck, asphalt in the tread, You can't weigh momentum when the warning reads red. [Outro] Too heavy for the scale. Static, steel, and asphalt. [whispered] Race The Omen.