[Intro Solo] Haha [Verse 1 Solo, Nick Lupi] They call me Kid Solo I move slowmo 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 PiedPiper 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, Im a lover, not a fighter [?] So nah, I aint 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, dont 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 fouronthefloor Beats beat you into submission till you cant take no more We come forth with a wake up call and a guillotine For the sleepyheads telling me Im living the dream, I tell them this Yo, this aint no dream, its 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 days like amnesia meets dj vu But I do recall that you claim to be all that The dfloors 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, dont 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, dont 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
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