Kwan - Padam lyrics

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