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Discussion in 'Boxers/TR/M' started by 134282, May 8, 2004.

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  1. 134282

    134282 Four Time F1 World Champ
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    #1 134282, May 8, 2004
    Here at the new "job", i've come across the word "Testarossa" quite a bit... Among a few other things, it's made me a little home sick... i miss the sight of Bruce's TR on the lift in the garage on Friday nights, when i would get to his house after work... i miss riding in it and most of all, i miss driving it... The acceleration, the shifting, the incredibly lustful sounds that emanated from the rear when you played it well... It's just such an incredible car...

    So, to ease some of the homesick-ness, i'm reposting my Testarossa, Testarossa poem, which i wrote after a Sunday drive with Andrea and her husband, Hutch and Gus & Josie... Being in one TR and watching another was just cause for sensory overload that day...


    Testarossa, Testarossa


    Her potion; sordid and potent.
    Forged is this opus, gorgeous in motion.
    The sort of commotion that forms
    when swarms of convulsions are warm
    and orders are spoken, borders are broken
    through hordes of emotion.

    Testarossa, Testarossa...

    Fleeing, we sought roads;
    seeing we lost those
    in the rearview, a clear view
    and a screaming exhaust note
    had me dreaming,
    speeding thoughts so seething,
    air breathing through taut nose.

    Testarossa, Testarossa...

    Bending with curves.
    Sending the verve to nerve endings; a purge
    was the never-ending with her.
    Sensing the swerve, gently, we were
    intensely a blur.

    Testarossa, Testarossa.
    Get the most of extra closeness;
    test the roads with sex in doses;
    dressed in prose addressed to focus,
    say it twice, Testarossas.
     
  2. darth550

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    #2 darth550, May 8, 2004
    Aww, I got a cavity from just reading that!

    DL
     
  3. Jet-X

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    #3 Jet-X, May 8, 2004
    you should try Sir-Mix-Alot's "Testarossa"

    Even throws in a few "Koenig" lyrics to boot.
     
  4. Chiaro_Slag

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    #4 Chiaro_Slag, May 8, 2004
    Testarossa.....

    Sounds like it should be inserted in the Desparado song.
     
  5. 134282

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    #5 134282, May 8, 2004
    Dude, it pretty much fits the whole song, too...!


    Testarossa, why don't you come to your senses?
    You been out ridin' fences for so long now
    Oh, you're a hard one
    I know that you got your reasons
    These things that are pleasin' you
    Can hurt you somehow

    Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
    She'll beat you if she's able
    You know the queen of hearts
    is always your best bet

    Now it seems to me, some fine things
    Have been laid upon your table
    But you only want the
    ones that you can't get

    Testarossa, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
    Your pain and your hunger,
    they're drivin' you home
    And freedom, oh freedom well,
    that's just some people talkin'
    Your prison is walking
    through this world all alone

    Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
    The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
    It's hard to tell the night time from the day
    You're loosin' all your highs and lows
    Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

    Testarossa, why don't you come to your senses?
    Come down from your fences, open the gate
    It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
    You better let somebody love you, before it's too late.
     
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    #6 darth550, May 8, 2004
    Maranello works better!!!! :D

    DL


     
  7. Strasse

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    #7 Strasse, May 9, 2004
    Nice work there NNO. How long did it take you to write it if you don't mind the curiosity?

    P.S. Happy mother's day to Fchat moms out there :)
     
  8. Jet-X

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    #8 Jet-X, May 9, 2004
    I'm your Testarosa. First gear
    Watch me go, keep 'em in fear
    Rumble, young man rumble
    Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble
    Gaskets crank, rappers get spank
    Stripes get yank, a superior rank
    Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
    But I'm rolling, the cartel's tolling
    For the D's keep folding
    Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
    By the jet black blur
    Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta
    Don't try to get closer
    Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust
    Don't ever try to **** wit' a boss
    High octane there ain't no ping
    When I swing on a lyrical speed king
    And that's just first gear, listen for the upshift
    Who can get wit' this
    I'm your testarosa

    Second gear, look it here queer
    I'm in here, hitting like spears
    The rhyme cartel slings legalized dope
    Some cope, others get (gunshot noises)
    Lost on the boss, it's finish is flawless
    12 cylinders listen to the horses
    It accelerates smooth
    Move or else get move
    Run for cover my brother, suckers are getting smothered
    I ?cutted? you other ?smutters? rammed in the gutter
    My rep is kept, muthafukas must step
    The best get swept and let out to rest
    Huuuu, look at that air intake
    Second gear, passing fakes
    Revolution per lyric get higher
    How can I chill when my rhyme's on fire
    As I approach the end of my tach
    My lyrical horse power blows to the max
    Red line is reached to the peak of my speech
    And I told ya, I'm your Testarosa
    Testarosa

    Gear number three, get off the clutch and don't let 'em up
    Keep 'em all down on these young bucks
    Let 'em know big boss is just a bit quicker
    Get the picture
    Backtalk tolerated none, son
    Left you at the gun when I hit gear one
    Now I'm in third and you think that's quick
    Huh, wait till I hit fifth
    Me and my pack, we keep plenty of snackpacks
    You said fat now I'm yo to the max
    Want Mix-A-Lot for your next attack
    Hey, yo, critical mass, yea, I got your gat
    Two hundred sixty pounds of pure pain
    Critical mass is my homeboy's name
    My personal trainer, taking weight gainer
    Got the bulk to crush and contain ya
    On the tach, I'm like a wind ax
    Cutting up air like Boeings aircraft
    Time to shift and let my lyrical seatbelt hold ya
    I'm your Testarosa

    Up to fourth gear, the speed increase
    Police got beef wit the word chief
    Move or lose, I excuse the wack dudes
    You light my fuse and clear out or get used
    I go 100 in a 55
    No need to lip synch, I'm straight out live
    So I'm rough lust who wanna be tough
    You fuss and cuss wearing that Raider's stuff
    Fake fools from around the way
    Knowing damn well, you ain't from LA
    Ashamed where you come from son, so you rattle
    Like it or not, I scream straight up Seattle
    Rip up streets wit a lyrical sweet
    Don't peep or creep or you lose your freak
    The cam's growl, engine loud
    My tongue keep beating 'em down
    Rev it up, get ready for fifth
    Just hit 'em wit a maximum dis
    I roll ya, fold ya, mold ya, I told ya I control ya
    And I'm your Testarosa
    I'm your Testarosa
    Yo Punish, show 'em what time it is

    Gear number five, you're eyes get wide
    So realize that I survive and I rhyme for mine
    I rope the dope and is he coming up, nope
    I ain't the joke so don't hope for my throat
    There it is, the whiz gets his
    The word quiz is what it is and Mix don't give
    Sight to the wack who act like Max
    And try to jack a pop rap to hit the map
    That ain't like me, it ain't cool
    To rob another fool them claim you rule
    You boot but not me, troops, you like juice
    So you hit the stage wearing my boots
    Uh ,uh cupcake, I ain't about to get rape by fake
    Just look at the tail light shrink and then think
    How I left you pink in a lyrical kink
    Time to drop to my gears and then stop
    'Cause I lock the box on them clowns that jock
    Turbo cone is 230 up on ya
    I'm your Testarosa(3x
     

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