Chorus:

Beatbox and

Turntables,

Few tracks and

Microphoneaye!



I say I'm back dakety digedy daca like a sacka

Black blacety hakety haca daca wacka

Play with your tongue diga daga waga say, yo

I gotta lyrics like bullets in the AK

So ready or not, I'm coming to ya

What you gonna do now? Step in to the party of mine

All I neeeeeed is a rhythm divine

So I can put the words on beat and drop it on the line

Hippy hippy shake hippy lo hippy hi

Bigedy back to trackmasters slam ziggy I

Hiphop is my ambition, so I settle the score

I'll be one step ahead with my sniper on your backdoor

Yeah I got a message in the bottle take it from the water

Read it to your sister and your brother

Step inside the perfect dark of this new lifeform tonight

Put the uniform on tonight



Gimme room, gimme room now, back up son

You won't get the mic yo 'til I get done

I warn you: do don't talk, I say say

Come on baby light my fire, purple haze

Higher mathematics, 106,

No tricks, just a pure hiphop addictics

Don't ever underestimate your enemy like Kennedy

They got the poison, you don't got to remedy

What's the melody coming from the temple of the Kwan dynasty?

Sweet melancholy rhapsody

His Infernal Majesty has arrived

And I'll testify when the love and death embrace tonight

Oh my godda, oh my goddess

that I don't live in fucking Åmal, god bless

Yo, should I wear a pink dress, should I go at all

Knock the wood, knock knock a dål dål



Engine, engine number 9

Across the fader on the transit line

Back little at the front - that's fine

Is everybody ready for the chorus?



It goes something like this!