Sesta - More Of The Raw lyrics

[Skit:] "Yo?" "Good morning, this is your hotel porter 11AM, time for your checkout." "Oh, god." "Who was that?" "Who are you?" [Turntablism:] 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 sh** off A lot of sh** changed since the last record, so Let me get you up to speed on the internal hangover That is our miserable f**ing 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 harbouring a [?] Well, I'ma get this started with some Jagar shots [?] six in the bar, people start thinking ‘oars getting paid a lot Now, that's a false accusation, you're probably fine The 'Oar occupation's just above the poverty line And debt collectors still hand on my arse The cash that I've dumped in [?] like [?] [?] bad I ain't mad at her It wasn't gonna work without that nicotene habit I'm that drunk sleasy ba*tard who skis at the 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, all the best, it's here It's nodding heads, holding hands over your step kid's ears It's rock bottom, it's never saving a penny or living life Like Wesley Snipes before the cops come in, huh It's reinforcing that sh** you know It's the kids staying quiet [?] my flow It's a bunch of “let's go"s and yes for good measure A couple of go-getter's so you got it, terrible sh** This is decibel deafening sh** This is definitely evidence how pessimists lived, it's this It's being glad to back [?] [?] It's the ba** line [?] and drum kits for days It's the [?] doing my work without the whips and chains It ain't maybe and catchy It's the d** they pump [?] before playing a patchy [Verse 3: Sesta] Live and direct from the wreck of a mine And it's mine and I find that it's fine when I'm dining On the kind of insane sh** that needs warnings Your sh**'s boring And it's about time for more of the raw so I kick in a course Once it's audible, Seddy Jason Bourning ‘em all Whatever happens 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 (oi) I thought you were a man like Avril Lavigne (f**) You ain't been to war if you're keen for it And hey Trials, you better co operate You better adopt a better way to get away What you're feeling is real, huh, you frivellous f** It's the late night ba** in the crates Four in the morning, hotel porter banging the door in [Outro/Skit:] Anybody there (Oi Seddy) It's your hotel porter (Oi, turn it off) (f**ing hell) I need to have a word (Shut the f** up) I can hear you guys in there (Oi, the dude's here) I'm gonna give you to the count of three (Motherf**er) And I'm coming in (sh**) One (sh**, sh**) Two (he he he)