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Adit - 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 déjà 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"