[Verse 1]
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I was working as an MC the other day
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With a cup o' instant coffee and some marmalade
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It's hard to play when just wanna run away
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It's underlay underlay since underage
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Then the phone rang "It's Urthboy here
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I'm Elefant Traks just like Kenny Sabir"
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"Hi, someone led me to believe you're an MC
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I've got an offer that would maybe even tempt me
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What I meant means we give you a set fee
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You play at our gig for peanuts and a little prestige”
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Ah so the rest see me as a success
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But I'm struggling to pay rent with records to press
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But yes I agree to it, how can you not?
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Thinking of the fluid with the international slot
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I've got no time for rhymers, slash social climbers
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It's just another gig I'm doing for the rider
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[Chorus]
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There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
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We all go broke by night end (like, broke as hell, can't you tell)
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There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
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We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
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[Verse 2]
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Leave the house, lock the door, catch the bus
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Or the train, it's a rush tame the peak hour crush
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to the venue, nothing but trouble on the menu
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Cock-rocking headstrong soundmen to get through
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This shit can really send you to the pub next door
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Either that or make sure he leaves with a broken jaw
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(Ahh) nah man I'm just joking around
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Just hoping to soundcheck without choking this clown
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I'm just about over it now and I'm not hopeful
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Can I get a test vocal from the pleb locals
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This opals got rough edges and a hard centre
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I'm doing it for the love music's my warm sweater
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Kinda like a second placenta so when I enter
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In performance endeavours there's Desmond Decker-like measure
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And ever different, but listen, there is that divider
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Drink up cos the other act will steal all ya rider
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[Chorus]
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There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
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We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
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There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
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We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
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[Verse 3]
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I was working as an MC the other night
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With a couple shitty mics and an appetite
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Cook MCs like, look it's a parasite
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Eat em up but first wipe the dirt out of sight
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I'm your superman's cryptonite talkback
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shock jock sponsorship, politicians dirty money
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Heard you coming from a mile away you got the
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right-of-way yeah that's what all the rhymers say
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I'm inclined to play cos in the end it's entertainment
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Crafted and created, loungeroom and the basement
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Break-in, and of the things stolen by the sly crooks
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Cash, backpack, laptop and rhymebook
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Start from scratch, and scrap the last seventy-ish
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Pull out every second hair and tear em to bits
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Material things are gone with the pied piper
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(Okay Winona, I'll do it for the Ryder)
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[Chorus]
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There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
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We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
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There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
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We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
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No Rider
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| Urthboy |
