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!