~Ode to 1997 Honda Civic DX~

It’s 11:30pm when I hit the street
Because at midnight is when real racers meet.
I learned that from a video game
Midnight club I think was the name.
Streets are empty; you could hear the drop of a pin
It’s the only time I can hear my V-TEC kick-in.
Some say it’s quiet as a mouse,
Say that now Mother Fucker… 8,000rpm clutch drop when I leave my house.
I practice a few launches but something’s not right,
I gotta hit the speed shop to make my whip tight.
24 hour AutoZone is lit up like the dawn,
When I park I leave the neon’s on.
Guy in the lot say “What kinda car is that?”
“97 Honda Civic son, it's the Invader body kit makes it look so fat.”
He let out a chuckle and replied “Isn’t that an economy car?”
“Naw son, closest thing to a street legal racecar by far.”
With nothing left to say I went in,
Right as I entered I spotted the Altezza taillights in the clearance bin
$5 is they for real?
Someone is going to get fired for this mistake I feel
I swoop them up and install them in the lot, but something’s just not right
Hell I know I’ll take off the hubcaps, ‘cause rocking steelies looks so tight


As I prepare to pull out of the store, a car catches my eye
A black Silvia coupe goes passing by
Redline once more, to launch after this fool
He ain’t never see a ride this cool
Catch him sitting at the red light
I pull up next to him with my neon’s shining bright
Needle swings up once again,
Rev-limiter launches is where it’s at my friend
My Civic is ready to go at peak power
Maybe this time I’ll hit 0-60 in less than half an hour
Light turns green and I release the clutch,
86 foot pounds of torque will show this fool what’ up
The black Silvia pulls at least 10 school buses on my ass
But with the Ricer-flyby I’ll have the last laugh