More Of The Raw

Lyrics

[Skit] "Yo?" "Good morning, this is your hotel porter It's 11AM, time for your checkout." "Oh, god." "Who was that?" "Who are you?" [Turntablism: DJ Reflux] That's why I give you more of the raw That's why I give you more of the raw That's why I give you more of the raw That's why I give you-that's why I give you That's why I give you more of the raw That's why I give you more of the raw That's why I give you more of the raw That's why I give you-that's why I give you That's why I give you more of the raw [Intro: Trials] Hey, yo Before we jump this shit off A lot of shit changed since the last record, so Let me get you up to speed on the eternal hangover That is our miserable fucking lives That you find so much pleasure in listening And laughing about, ha ha ha ha ha Funny guys [Verse 1: Hons] Now, welcome to the party of sin where everyone look sus' Like they harboring the bin, Ladin get this started With some Jäger shots, line up six at the bar People start thinkin' 'oars gettin' paid a lot Now, that's a false accusation, you'll probably find The 'Oar occupation's just above the poverty line And debt collectors still hounding my arse For the cash that I've dumped in race one up at Albion Park Broke up with sweet lady C but I ain't mad at her It wasn't gonna work without that nicotine habit I'm that drunk sleazy bastard who skeez onto bar chicks Fight with my printer and piss on my carpet Now, that's a night with my man JD Been eight years and radio still won't play me For the record, I write rhymes for my record And the people in the front, I wouldn't change it for a second [Verse 2: Trials] Listen, this ain't the future or the best this year It's noddin' heads, holdin' hands over your step kid's ears It's rock bottom, it's never savin' a penny or livin' life Like Wesley Snipes right before the cops got him, huh It's reinforcin' that shit you know It's the kids staying quiet using whisper flows It's a bunch of "let's go"s and "yep"s for good measure A couple of go-getters so you got it, terrible shit This is decibel deafening shit This is definitely evidence how pessimist lives, it's this It's being glad to back, back to the fat Like Mikey Robbins after another calorie crash It's the bass line Baron, drum kits for days It's the sub doin' the work without my whips and chains It ain't maybe and catchy, it's the drugs they pumped Incredible Bongo Band before playin' Apache [Verse 3: Sesta] Live and direct from the wreck of a mind And it's mine but I find that it's fine when I'm dining On the kind of insane shit that needs warnings Your shit's boring and it's about time For more of the raw so I kick in a course Once it's audible, Seddy Jason Bourne and 'em all Whatever happened to the real life rapping With the rims slapping, I'm feeling a beat 'cause the drum banging You've been hanging with a scab and a thief (Who?) I thought you a man like Avril Lavigne (Fuck!) You ain't been to war if you're keen for it Hey Trials? You better co operate You better adopt a better way to get away With what you're feeling is real, huh, you frivolous fuck It's the late night bass in the crates Four in the morning, the hotel porter banging the door in [Outro Skit] Anybody there (Oi Seddy) It's your hotel porter (Oi, turn the fucking music down!) (Fucking hell) I just need to have a word (Shut the fuck up) I can hear you guys in there (Oi, the dude's here) I'm gonna give you to the count of three (Motherfucker) And I'm coming in (Shit) One (shut up, shut up shut up) Two (oh nooo)