WE RULE THE FLOOR

Puppet master of a crowded floor,

Bouncing in front of my stage,

Hundreds of partiers taking away there pain,

Trying to dance like they're Beonce or Pink,

Singing along with the remix king,

Until out of the blue, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT,

Got to act fast, nullify the fight,

Before these dick heads destroy my gig,

Put on a tune every one digs,

Changing the mood with a slow, trap beat,

Try hard as fuck, with a tranquil tune,

If the master of puppets has his way,

It'll be over soon,

I've spent years as a partier, on that side of the booth,

Also been a TESTOSTERONE filled youth,

Understanding there needs and what's more important,

I bring out the hottness, get the girls up to FLAUNT IT,

Most young blokes would much prefer a ROOT,

Then copping the end of some pissed, idiots boot,

By the time security arrive, it's all settled back down,

Full dance floor of peeps, all self crowned,

Either the worlds sexiest drunk stagger,

They confuse as dance moves,

Or the watter on the floor shufflers,

Shouldn't need H2o down there dudes,

Try putting that shit, down into your gut,

Before the last 5 shots find there way back up,

Now the tempo is rising, it's that time of night,

Recon my crowd needs VOSSCO on the mike,

It's a risk that pays off 90% of the time,

DOOF beat pumping, i break into a rhyme,

Fresh new lyrics with a mad bass beat,

This crowd is bouncing each other, almost of there feet,

keeping momentum, for this massive bass boosted,

aussie favourite, Dr flea's 1st real hit,

A mad GRIMEY rap song, remixed by a great,

a LOCAL lad who made it big, thanks Alex Jones,

This track, is inspiring, My time remixed live by me,

mike in hand rapping to 130 beats, every breath timed precise,

no lyric missed, singing and boucing, strobe flicking that fast,

Enthusiastic teenagers drunk as fuck,

Spinning each other, in there hosts office chair,

funnel in mouth, bottle metre in the air,

Long pouring T.Q smooth, no fear of tomorrow,

There mates carrying them home, in a stolen wheel barrow,

This is the party of the frigging year,

Then that fucking noise no D.J wants to hear,

Got the SUBs almost clipping, getting caught up in the moment,

First sign of the dreaded red and blue lights,

Over they stroll like theyre V.I.P's, start barking orders,

Straight onto the noise, "EXCUSE ME SIR, TURN THAT BASS DOWN",

Low and behold that dreaded moment in time,

you'll always remember and laugh,

Pressing play on the next tune, as they're in your face,

Watching the smug grinn, turn instantly to pissed off,

"Do not press play until adjusting that bass,

Just so happened to start blasting NWA,

FUCK THE POLICE pounding out of the decks,

200 drunken teenagers singing it to the PIGS,

Lets just say the night ended suddenly,

Laughter every where, as the cops shut us down,

Singing FUCK THE POLICE,

in our small country town.....