Horrorshow - Murder On The Dancefloor lyrics

[Verse 1: Solo] They call me Kid Solo I move slow-mo and spit rapid fire Shutting the s**ers up like a pacifier Sydney-sider, inner-west resider 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 Like Lupe said, I'm a lover not a fighter So nah, I ain't saying I did, or well I mighta As we now approach the final decider Safe to say the situation looking kinda dire Throw up a fist or ignite your lighter Come make noise for the rhyme reciter And it goes like [Hook: Solo] So what'chu be about man? what'chu stand for? What'chu gonna tell them when they jam in the dance floor? "Ill flows that k**s shows, you can feel yo" "[?]" So what'chu be about man? what'chu 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 While some are coming with that four-on-the-floor Beats beat you into submission 'til 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 f** it, I take the graveyard too Everyday's like amnesia meets deja-vu But I do recall that you claim to be all that The d-floor's packed So what'chu gonna say when they ask you? [Hook: Solo] So what'chu be about man? What'chu stand for? What'chu gonna tell them when they jam in the dance floor? Yo, I said what'chu gonna tell 'em? What'chu gonna tell 'em? What'chu gon' say? So what'chu be about man? what'chu 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 what'chu be about man? What'chu stand for? What'chu gonna tell them when they jam in the dance floor? "Ill flows that k**s shows, you can feel yo" "[?]" So what'chu be about man? what'chu 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"