Lights flash, bass crash, souls misbehave, Diesel in my veins in the underworld rave, City never sleeps, no grave, no save, We ascend, we descend into the underworld rave. Diesel fumes in the midnight mist, London night scene where the chaos twists, Spin the deckwheels, underworld in the sith, Trippy shadows with a serpent's hiss. Turbo tongue when I spray my bars, Words hit quick like shattering glass, No seatbelt, just a rocket car, I’m ghost in the rave with a glowing scar. Glitched in the strobe with the venom I spit, Binary flows, no manual script, Pressure in lungs, adrenaline drip, City of night where the demons equip. Trap to the grime, it collides in my chest, Bars so sharp they can carve through flesh, Bassline evil, I ride with zest, Cage of the rave where the souls can’t rest. Lights flash, bass crash, souls misbehave, Diesel in my veins in the underworld rave, City never sleeps, no grave, no save, We ascend, we descend into the underworld rave. Flashback flicker on the blacked-out street, Footsteps sync to Diesel Motion's beat, Step in da riddem, my tongue’s elite, I spin through time where the nightmares meet. Fast-flow venom, no pulse control, Trip gone rogue in a toxic hole, Every syllable a blade to console, When the rave doors open, I sell my soul. Voltage surge in the underground crypt, Every drop hits like a backstreet whip, Words overlap with the chains that slip, Turbo ascension, a ghost in the pit. UK city got the night on flame, Diesel haze where I carve my name, No love lost, just lust in the game, Rave immortals, we don’t bin it the same. Reality bends, equilibrium shakes, Underworld calls before the daylight breaks, No rules here, just the fuel we take, Bodies in motion till the whole world quakes. Trap-house echoes, garage ghosts, Drillman speech when I toast my boasts, Grime in my DNA, ride with hosts, Energy surge like I overdose. Turbo spool when the bars ignite, Rapid-fire rhyme like a blade in flight, Every syllable’s a shard of night, Rave dimensions where we lose our sight. Underworld council, the gods all cheer, Deez in the system, the end draws near, Every rave is a grave we revere, But the bass resurrects when we persevere. Speed garage soul with a trap-house fire, Drillman’s cold but the grime’s my choir, Expired dreams where the nights conspire, Perished abyss takes us higher and higher. Lights flash, bass crash, souls misbehave, Diesel in my veins in the underworld rave, City never sleeps, no grave, no save, We ascend, we descend into the underworld rave.
