With a roar of the engine, he pushed the car to its absolute limit and flew into the dark.
He pressed the accelerator harder. The digital speedometer climbed past 100. He felt invincible, a king reigning over a kingdom of neon and vice. He was living the Scarface dream, and this MP3 was his soundtrack. Scarface (Push It To The Limit) MP3
The neon grid of the city bled into the rain-slicked asphalt of Ocean Drive as Leo shifted the stick into fourth gear. His white Countach roared, hungry for the open stretch of the causeway. On the passenger seat sat a bulky, silver cassette player. He clicked the play button. With a roar of the engine, he pushed
They had been closing in for weeks. The feds, the rivals, the paranoia. He felt invincible, a king reigning over a
The chorus kicked in. Push it to the limit! Walk along the razor's edge!
He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The synth-pop beat grew faster, louder, filling his ears until it was the only thing left in the universe. He was walking the razor's edge, just like the song promised.