Arrived late awakening feeble
Express my style with original rhythm
4 seasons sneaking the alleys
No reason to straddle
Resisting even if my stomach hurts
Not even enough continue grind grind
Again about at night we begin
Burning night ride
Then fly high
Can’t try to be someone
Details dwelling saving the -ism
Will regret if I don’t just do it
Pretend I’m not afraid just do it
Go to the place I aim
Bring along my mates and pedal
To us this is better than Mercedes Benz
The fisheye lens that he pulls out
Dogs on the corner is locking on
Finalizing the image in my head
Rendezvous if I nail it, sweat it when I fail
Now push now push, betting on this one chance
How many riders must get dissed?
Fly with this shit, the city will flip
How many riders must get dissed?
Grind on that ledge one and only style
Rebelled society dark leap to the streets
Will get kicked out never will give up
Unstoppable wide open eyes
No matter what people say this is how we are
Advancing minority
Attracting full gravity always on the streets
360 from the groovy guy
And a gnarly Max's dope kick flip (what!?)
Land of the rising sun's flurry of cherry blossom petals
City to city like a stray alley kitty
Digging spot even during your work
Whirlwind like a MB's Kamikaze
The G's from places is tagging MOTO-BUNKA
First let’s nail a fat boom bap
Alleyway shadows moving street corners
You decide if it’s it or not
After doing a BMX 'zine for ten years (1987 - 1996) FATBMX made it on the internet. The year was 1998. Here to stay.