Track Star

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 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 role 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 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 
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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 star, always on the run 
Over youth boys, the strictly number one