Hit it - by Get into Zone ( Official Lyric Video )

Chaotic, Wild, Adrenaline Pumping, Limitless - These are some of the few erratic thoughts I had while writing this music, a non-official fan-made title track dedicated for the worlds most famous race F1 ( coming March 6, 2026 ) Let the racer in you awaken... Music will be on stores soon.. Lyrics ---- Injectin' octane in the veins to anesthetize the pain. See, the static in the attic is erratic schematic. But the movement is automatic, purely mathematic. I don't listen to the friction. That's a fictional depiction of a physical jurisdiction that I troop with dereliction. I'm evictin' every digit, every minute, every limit. If the physics acts rigid, then I slice it and dice it. Watch the blurry vision visit. Is it vivid? Yeah, I live it. While the axis spin and revolve, see the demons all evolve into shadows on the pavement, a slave into enslavement of the speed. That's the payment for the souls in the basement. I'm a phantom, in the fender. I'm the sender, no surrender. I'm the violently tender, bendin' metal like a blender. Goin' faster than fast hitting the limits of mind bender. Tear the sky down. Let the flow speed up. It's a violent epiphany, a lethal symphony. Hit the high ground. Let the pressure build up. Ain't no empathy, pure energy. Dope finish is the remedy. When the world turns sideways, silence in the violent airways. I'm the ghost on the highways. Don't blink don't breathe don't think just hit it hit it Lose control. Go past the digits. Exceed the limits. Race against the minutes. Racer. Race against the minutes. Racer. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm captivating, navigating Gravity is aggravating. Calculations deviating. Fear is debilitating, but I'm devastating, penetrating, never hesitating while the engine is triblating, watch the devil's distinct stating. Look at the aperture. I'm the rapture, the manufacturer a fracture in the architecture, faster than the capture. I'm elusive, intrusive. The torque is abusive. My motive is exclusive. The bad in this conducive to a catastrophic meltdown, shakin' up the bell town, wearin' the velocity crown. Never been a slowdown. Shoot the stack, break the neck, cash the check, clear the deck. I'm a spec, I'm a wreck. I'm the ghost inside the mech. Turn your vision on the line. I'm ignoring all the signs. I'm redefining the confines of the way the light shines. It's a warp speed, a wild stampede, taking everything I need. Do you bleed do you plead or do you just concede? They say the red light is a warning I say it's a suggestion They ask if I have a death wish. I say, "That's the wrong question." It isn't if I crash. It's if I'll ever stop. Switch lanes. Break chains. Flame waves. Ice curling in my blood veins. No claims, No games. Just a fire in the soul flame. Piston shaking record breaking Ground is quaking history in making Don't blink don't blink don't blink Don't blink don't blink don't blink don't blink Lose control Go past the digits. Exceed the limits. Race against the minutes. Racer. Race against the minutes. Racer. --- Credits Lyrics by Subhakar T. Music by Team Get into Zone Tool Credits: Artwork: Midjourney Music: Suno Ai + La La La + Logic Pro X #racer #f1 #rapmusic #sigma #music #fast #popanthem #lyricvideo #inspirational