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Markus Vinzent (Saarbrücken, 12 April 1959) is a historian of religion (specializing in early Christianity, Patristics and Medieval Studies, Historiography, Retromodernity, Religion and Business). He is professor in the Department of Theology & Religious Studies at King's College London, and fellow of the Max Weber Center for Advanced Social and Cultural Studies, Erfurt, Germany. more »

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Yo, the only tools I use are metric
Niggas don't dance, they're still tWo steppin
My first two cars is beat, I'm wreckin
See, I got skills, I do, I reckon

Cash on fluids, would I be checkin'
In them cars, fight like Tekken
In this second, he learned his lesson
Better learn how to use your weapon

Put up to a meet and a lambo, leave by yourself
Real talk though, that's not impressive
Better have skills, better have a profession
For me, it's time to stop messin

Born a fide DIY guy, but you're buildin
Stealin' my photo, do you get the picture
I'm all steel stock with a bad-ass ticker
Yeah, and still, I am that nigga

Rap like I roll with, but I better know
That London East Side is three-bow
One thing I can't say is I ain't got flow
And if they do, then I'm bout to spit mo

I'ma let y'all know that I'm a street racer
BP-93 on the table, Lucas Phil's system
Clean as a chaser
Yeah, 100-bit rebel, real heavy bass

With synthesized treble, EDM is f*ck
Pull up like L-O, G-Shock digital
Analog bezel, P.S., I'm a really cool fellow
She like to move like a cube of jello

With that, somethin' ends up a pleated pillows
Let's chill, let's smoke, let's mellow
Without a doubt, I'm back on it
It's my opponent, who really want it

Late night donuts and I'm ownin
These street kid cops, I'm honin
On the streets, racers try honin
In cars that most of them get pwned in

In cars that racers drop loads in
I'm tryin' to say it's much more than
Cash that makes them cars pass, makes them cars dash
From point A to point B, it takes skills, it takes love, it takes teeth

Nuts and guts, but not Dodge trucks and such
But don't sleep on them turbo diesels
Hurt the evil, tryin' to get a daily driver
Light and simple like Spiegel

Own it straightaway, I'm under power
But catch me on turns and I bet I might leave you, like see you
Later, alligator after ride, crack a dial
Throw it in my Cruisin' gear and just smile

Keep it real mild, don't even wow
Ow
Lookin' back, I haven't had an official race in a while
Now

I'm still waitin' on cats to get crewed up
Like Suda
Gettin' me and my car ready, cause I'm not tryin' to get chewed up
Yet still, I'm real like True Nuff

Nuff said when sleepers pull up
And they scream, let's double spool up
Kinda shit, leave your shirt off, drooled up
Try to rhyme, call you up, get schooled up

Off digs, off roads, them cats speak
Ow
Just smoke a cigarette, slow-mo
Ow

Just smoke a cigarette, slow-mo
Ow
Yo, son

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