More Of The Raw

[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)