[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)