Padam padam! Where's the track of the drum?

So you say you're the king, but where's your kingdom?

This is my first album of the millennium

I got to work some to sell it platinum

Daisies are bright yellow... I'm talking like Othello

Open up the microphone

'Cause you don't wanna miss this, check the statistics

This might be a mystical lyrical bliss

Hulabaloo, peekaboo, you! What can you do?

I'm using my microphone voodoo

When I hit the mic you feel pain 

Pump up the volume and go insane

Hey, I don't wanna raise no war senor,

except the Karate plus on the Commodore 64

You wanna try my rhyme galore?

I give you metaphor from Helsinki to Singapore



Chorus:

If you think that getting' this easy, fly away, fly away

If you think that getting' this easy, fly away 'cause I can't help you

So you say you're the king

You pick the mic but you don't say nothing



Back, back to the track yo combaya, my lord

I'm using my word as a sword

Hold my mic like a torch in the dark

And out come the wolves, like dogs they bark

If the locomotion makes you sway like the ocean

and you need some more, ask from the TJ's promotion

S.O.S., I come from Loch Ness

and you'd rather be at home with your mom playing chess

Hiphop hurricane ready for the campaign

to break the chains of your brains in this last red minute

Show me are you in it, are you part of the crew?

One, two, a pump it up, one, two

911 a mayday, a mayday!

I think this game was too hard for you to play

Say what? So you think you deserve another chance?

Fine by me, but one condition: you got to dance



One, two, a pump it up, one, two