Gymkhana

[Car engine sounds] [Tires screeching] (Verse 1) In a world of burning rubber and speed, There's a legend that we all heed. With a throttle as his only command, Ken Block, the king of Gymkhana, stands. (Chorus) Gymkhana, the dance of the car, Where tires scream and engines roar. Ken Block, he's the master of the art, With every turn, he stole our hearts. (Verse 2) From Tokyo's bustling streets, To the deserts where the dust meets, Ken Block conquered every terrain, His driving skills, they never waned. (Bridge) Through smoke and fire, he blazed his trail, A fearless spirit, he never failed. In the cockpit, he was one with the machine, Living the dream that fueled his gleam. (Chorus) Gymkhana, the symphony of speed, Where every move is born from need. Ken Block, was the maestro of the track, With every drift, he never looked back. (Outro) Though Ken Block has passed away, His legacy forever will stay. In the realm of Gymkhana, he reigns supreme, Forever etched in the racing scene. [Instrumental outro] [End]