Candy Boys

Superstar

Dance Dance..

I am here, and my name is chaos
Rap is to me like music is to Amadeus
Wolfgang, the famous composer
When I stepped in I told him to move over

I am the new kid on the block
And the mission - to make your body rock
And to all the fools that think they're tough
You'll never beat me, cuz I'm just too rough

For my nature, my habitat, and even my environment
Don't try me now, just go into retirement
And think about what you have done
You got beat, cuz you tried to move on

You meet your fate when your lines ain't straight
They're in your lyrical debatin' when your styles ain't great
You got boogie-old rhymes to the point of no return
You switch, you discern, but when will you learn
That my rhymes burn, my brain waves melt
Who gives a damn how you fall, overturned black belts
I show you no remorse, I break off, I get divorced
Could I be the source of this regenerative force
Rejuvinated, I escalate it
Now you're underrated cuz your homeboys played it
Your weak appearances are only doing me the favor
While I'm kickin' butt and flavor showin' off on your behavior

Brother be beefing like a source that's protecting all people
put your hands up in the pulpit, coz it is drippin' like water
from a leaky faucet
Hand me the mic and I would rock it
To you, sometimes you got to stop it - To make it rhyme
It will earn full work and yo the final jam
is the freakin' bad bone, man take much and stand it
And, yo, to beat us right now is the chance
So everybody, yo, get on the floor
I wanna see your dance

So... yes. I did manage to get an A today for the first time in Super Star @ Standard. That would be because I had the stitches removed from my back this morning. Excellent. And stuff. So when I went into the city for my uni class this morning I took the opportunity to lay the smackdown on some pasty ass homeboy who thought he could take this punkass for a ride and kick it with the freestyling mofo ShoujoBill.

I think.

I do remember playing a game with someone (cos I only had one token on me and didn't really want to spend my lunch money). And I do remember beating them. And they were with their friends and they were bigging themselves up.

There's two kinds of confrontations that happen in DDR. There's that Zen moment in DDR where you meet a complete stranger on the dancing stage and no words are exhanged. You both insert your coinage, select your level and wordlessly decide who gets to pick the first song. You play and at the conclusion of the game you say "thanks" and either repeat or part.

The other kind is my experience today where the tools are hanging out and showing off, wearing their fubu jerseys and their bandannas under their caps, and laugh at the large goofy-looking white boy who comes to play. They talk big and don't take you seriously. Then you pick a 6 foot standard song and wipe the dancing stage with their light mode asses.

How sweet it is.

Yes, Patrick.

Just for the record, while Shawn and Patrick were DDRing, I was at Helensvale enjoying a friends a 21st birthday party. And all that stuff about the testicle is false. I had a growth right above my spine and have been DDR-less for a week now, thanks to the stitches.

Nice and simple solution to those people who put money into your machine while you are playing - simply put a piece of gaffa tape over the coin slot.

Easy!

Oh and for a more comprehensive review of the various DDR locales around Brisbane-Town, check out this post on my own blog.