Showing posts with label mat rempit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mat rempit. Show all posts

Thursday, November 01, 2012

there is a price to pay



Why Mat Rempits become popular?
They race on the road on the busy nights
With girls, beers and nights of intimacy
There's much more at the end of the tail

When girls are waiting as the side menu
The pretty ones and sexy girls on the draw
They will make the hot blooded youths boil
Into the night of screaming tyres....

The police playing a game of hide and seek
They will come immediately on the opposition campaigns
Without asking they will do the Amno bidding
When troubles brew, the police never come to aid

The Mat Rempits know the police game plan
Once a while they come down hard on them
On the whole Mat Rempits are running wild
On the streets of nightly hot tracks and girls

The Mat Rempits of Malay
The nights turning them into racing dead
They revving up their machines
What they see?

The girls at the end of the tail
The hot pursuit the bedding high
The roar of the naked shadows
The minds just can't forget

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

the mat rempit's girls


The Mat Rempit's girls
On the tracks for the winners
In the midnight racing flow
The loud revving noises
The hungry for the prizes

The gang of Mat Rempits
They don't think of the future
Today, tonight, the races
The beauty waiting at the end

The crushing machines
The bruises and broken bones
The unlucky ones can't have the girls
The winners take it all

The solos and orgies
The girls will do as they like
Without shame forgetting dignity
The girls in Mat Rempit races

Here's one of the reasons
Why babies are borned and dumped
There is no safe sex practice
As the shadows take the bow


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

God is still waiting





 
There are so many religions
For the human race to choose
Each one tries to influence
The way of God

Amongst the major ones
There are the subplots to influence
Telling the way to gel into the humans
The way each tries to believe

The prophets of the old
They came they explained they gone
Why still people don't get the wisdom?
The way of God; the way to influence

God has no intention
The day Man chooses the wrong
He has been that way since
Man has not changed

God let Man free
The religion ties him
To let him know
God is still there waiting

Saturday, August 20, 2011

the brand of religions

The brand of religions
So many floating in the market
It becomes a fighting market strategy
To entice and pull the crowd

People want varieties
It is to spice their lives
Even in religions there is no exception
People seek what they feel best for themselves

In the end the world of religions
Every one wants to claim it is own
Others aren't what it appeals to be
Forsaking the true path for the many

People just can't decide
They don't believe in history
They just want to know the present
With the situations they are in

And God is smiling
Playing on his chess board
The people pawns in God's creation
The movements the hidden hands

People will fall
In the battle of the minds
The spices of their lives
They just never get it right!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

mat rempits 4

Mat Rempits
The motorcyclists free nuisance
Of the young adults revving up the night
Forgetting of tomorrow live for now

The basic policy hasn't been addressed
Allowing the nuisance to carry on with it
Easy payment schemes for the joy rides
Of tomorrow who wants to know?

The lives lost in the wrong lanes
The handicapped lives for all to see
Yet why new group still indulge in it?
A date with the devil I suppose?

The police can't go round patrolling
Punishing the Mat Rempits pushing their own bikes
In the long night of walking hoping they learn
By tomorrow the routine returns to haunt the quiet roads

We should ban these petrol motorbikes
Replace it with the e-bikes instead
In this way there will be no thrill and spill
The top speed only 45/km.........

Wake up don't waste your life
The cheap thrills will not make it in
You have to think of the bigger landscape
Why settle for the small tastes?

Monday, May 09, 2011

the mat rempits 3

The devil's way
All the way down the black pool
With the cries of heart pumping rides
You don't think what will happen next

The kings of the road aerobatics
Doing death defying stunts.....
Daring on the midnight light
Revving up the engines life is bliss

The handicapped Mat Rempit remembered
The years he was the king on the bike circuits
He was the hero on the road races..........
And they young pretty girls he could have

The heydays of his misguided youth
On the night the race was his life
He was the man every one tried to beat
He was king on the racing circuit

One night all it took
He miscalculated his riding moves
One fatal mistake he didn't break on time
The bike hurled him up and crashed into a ravine

When he woke up in hospital
The doctor told him the truth
He had lost his arm and broken his legs
He couldn't ride a motorbike any more

Then he realized his world collapsed
Leaving him a cripple for life
Tears kept flowing from his eyes
He has lost his vision of his journey

He hears the sound of racing bikes
The young bikers dare each other to the finish
What stupidity they all are!
“Wind tell the young guys stop playing”

the mat rempits 2



borrowed Basar Hatinaz@flickr





By the window a lonely young man stares
The years on the night time racing gone
The broken leg reminded him so......
All because of pride and glory

One hand amputated
He knows he lost his punch
Why didn't he think about it?
Challenging to prove he was a man?

He cocked his ears
As the sound of motorcycles roaring pass
The wayward guys on modified machines
He shakes his head realizing his own folly

Now he stares alone
In the night blinkering tears
Instead of a man he becomes invalid
Squatting in his parent's home

Now he whispers to the wind
“Tell the young guys stop playing
Once you hit the low patches
Don't be like me invalid for life!”

the mat rempits 1




mat rempit






The night roar
The silence turn into rocking Rock
The engines revving up to go
The black smoke billowing to the moonlit sky

The challengers and supporters
Mingling around, smoking and drinking
Smoking pot feeling the adrenalin pumping
The sound of the motorcycles in the quiet night

The wayward motorcyclists
On the road to enjoy a night time of quick rocking fun
Hitting the roads with the modified sound machines
Revving it up challenging hard on the roads

The aerobatic antics displaying
The dare devils flying with the machines
The speed of the night wind
“You catch me............!”