Murder On The Dancefloor

Lyrics

[Intro: Solo] Haha [Verse 1: Solo, Nick Lupi] They call me Kid Solo I move slow-mo and spit rapid fire Shutting the suckers up like a pacifier Sydneysider (Yep), Inner West resider (Yep) Town crier, insider, info provider The live wire, gunning for higher at these white liers Leading the kids astray like the Pied-Piper Whole life on a web just like a spider These drama queens should quit rapping and go to NIDA Jameson and Dry up in the rider Got me throwing up in the street like a graffiti writer (You know it) Like Lupi said, "I'm a lover, not a fighter" ([?]) So nah, I ain't sayin' I did, but, well, I mighta (Ha) As we now approach the final decider Safe to say the situation looking kinda dire Throw up a fist or ignite your lighter And make noise for the rhyme reciter, and it goes like [Chorus: Solo] So whatcha be about, man? Whatcha stand for? Whatcha gonna tell 'em when they jam in the dance floor? "Ill flows that kills shows, you can feel yo" "Get the dough, blow up the show, disappear" So whatcha be about, man? Whatcha made of? Keep plugging away, but, buddy, don't quit your day job "Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique" "Kickin in you do', like a steel toe, for real doe" [Verse 2: Solo] So there I am, traveling across this big old land With the country twang glaring on the FM band See, I never fit in 'cause my Australian story Is apparently placed firmly in the urban category (There it is) While some are coming with that four-on-the-floor Beats beat you into submission till you can't take no more We come forth with a wake up call and a guillotine For the sleepy-heads telling me I'm living the dream, I tell them this: Yo, this ain't no dream, it's my reality Organised anarchy, no annual salary (No) Leaning heart with a battle rap technicality If you see me coming better call in the cavalry Feel the excitement, thoughtcrime incitement We up late working on the next supplement Pack it up, ship it out, sell it on consignment Adit works the days, I take the night shift (Fuck it) Fuck it, I take the graveyard too Every day's like amnesia meets d�j� vu But I do recall that you claim to be all that The d-floor's packed, so whatcha gonna say when they ask you? [Chorus (Extended): Solo] So whatcha be about, man? Whatcha stand for? Whatcha gonna tell 'em when they jam in the dance floor? Yo, I said whatcha gonna tell 'em? Whatcha gonna tell 'em? whatcha gon' say? So whatcha be about, man? whatcha made of? Keep plugging away, but, buddy, don't quit your day job "Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique" "Kickin in you do', like a steel toe, for real doe" So whatcha be about, man? Whatcha stand for? Whatcha gonna tell 'em when they jam in the dance floor? "Ill flows that kills shows, you can feel yo" "Get the dough, blow up the show, disappear" So whatcha be about, man? Whatcha made of? Keep plugging away, but, buddy, don't quit your day job "Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique" "Kickin in you do', like a steel toe, for real doe"