Ностальгия – Bomfunk MC's -Freestile 0

My name spelled backwards says B.O.Dubb
I roll in the scene like a monster truck
I throw down hard to get my point across
And if you don't like it you can kiss my what
Let’s get it clear now once and for all
You couldn’t stop me if you build a wall
See I’m sure you deliver like D.H.L
And when I deliver I’m doing it well
I’m taking freaking shaking making "clap" to this
Make you’re girl act ill, give your mama a kiss
I rise to surprise, I mean each and every time
Always in my back pocket got a new style
I roll and go, we go, where they haven’t been before
I love to rock the mike and dropping down jaws
I kick and rip and whip and I flip the script
The company likes me, I’m a million dollar bizz (= business man)

Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one
Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one
Stay at the top, I’m original son
Many have tried but they haven’t stayed long
Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one

I cruise with the crew all mighty Bomfunk
Love me or hate me, I get the job done
I leave no questions when I go off-stage
I don’t claim to be the king, I’m the ace of spades
Wherever I go, it’s like a carnival
People cheer and stare like they saw an elephant
But it’s OK, I’m kind of used to that
You wanna have a picture come and sit on my lap
I pose and host and toast as I write my hellos
Talk sweet with the ladies, slam five with the fellas
All around the world we get so much good vibes
I’m so lucky I should roll the dice
I feel and breed and live an unbelievable life
I got thousands girls that wanna be my wife
No need to brag and pose when I propose a toast
I’m just rehearsing for the award shows

Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one
Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one
Stay at the top, I’m original son
Many have tried but they haven’t stayed long
Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one

You put it to test
I make it fresh, yes
None of the less, I got to confess
S
Pure loving -
The way I’ve been dropping!
Rhymes like bombs on the beats that be bumping
We make it fat boom-boom baps back, black
On attack, you know it’s like that, Jack
We rock shocking
Suckers will be knocking
Off, causes it’s soft and they’re only fake fronting

Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one
Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one
Stay at the top I’m original son
Many have tried but they haven’t stayed long
Like a track star, always on the run
Over youth boys, the strictly number one