Spice Analog

(hey,

hey,

watch it move)

Heavy wheels on burning stone Rule the night and take the throne

Catch the dust before it clears Run it back without no fears

(aye,

aye,

let it rip)

Spin the axle, strike the beat Smoke is rising in the street

Chakkar ghuma, feel the weight Never slow,

we dictate fate (rah!)

Iron grip upon the wheel Sparking chrome and sharpened steel Tear the

pavement corner wide Nothing left for them to hide (gaddi chalti tezz)

Fire in the engine bay

Turning midnight into day (one,

two, let it go!)

Spin the axle, strike the beat Smoke is rising in the street

Chakkar ghuma, feel the weight Never slow,

we dictate fate (ha!

run it!)

(gaddi rukh gayi)