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