The Reason

[Intro: Sample] Good night my friend The silence coming down on me The things you said, the words you said were not for me And the road that I have to run (is so long) Have no time to hang around (now so long) [Verse 1: Sesta] Find me around the last house from the left in the car With a dark figure cigar and hard liquor Harpinture bar spitter, [?] You ain't up to par with this hard hitting [?] Just after chart remains the bar you case That can't remain with half these names Park your fame in corner of the street You're looking like your bitch period late Nice behaviour, duck tape and taser My flavour, laughing at the deaths in the pavement You saviour, role model, creacher, teacher Send the motherfuckers to ether I'm feeling like fuck this, fuck that, fuck him, fuck her Fuck the beats, of course, fuck the world, hey I've got a binge slap for everyone who want it And this is the pure product [Hook: Sesta (Sample)] We the reason you quit, we the reason you spit We the reason you ain't worth shit Can't believe the thought or fact the oars Are back, we the reason MC's leave peaceful We the reason, we the reason We the reason ('cause you ain't shit) We the reason, we the reason We the reason (your crew ain't shit) (Your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't) (Do that-do that...do that-do that shit) [Verse 2: Trials] My porn slam, your fucking face of your fan Like, give up that walkman, now walk man Now you half-stepping in a mine field Full of white rappers and past efforts of veterans ideals There's no hiding, the odds of surviving A drunk drive whiling with five cunts piled in Spin, hit the island, bright lights [?] To ward the hospital ward where they lay silent Bright lights [?] to ward their lord Driver escapes unscaved and walks from core I'm from the place where they expect me to be an Accessory to a [?] fashion accessory but fuck it I'ma go against the [?], you know the name I'm the picture of health stuck inside a broken frame A funkoar, [?] binge Drinking on my buck's night, sticking bitches with my ring finger [Hook: Sesta (Sample)] We the reason you quit, we the reason you spit We the reason you ain't worth shit Can't believe the thought or fact the oars Are back, we the reason MC's leave peaceful We the reason, we the reason We the reason ('cause you ain't shit) We the reason, we the reason We the reason (your crew ain't shit) (Your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't) (Do that-do that...do that-do that shit) [Verse 3: Hons] We lost a battle, [?] in a dark alley Looked into the eyes of death through a blood stained bally I hacked the [?] until the hatchet turns red I won't let you die, I'll show you things worse than death Eyes picked at the [?], take out the two limbs Til the ligaments [?] the back like loose shoe strings And this is how we do things on a blood stained paper This ain't Wes Craven, I'm the right hand of Satan This ain't the mainstream, this some dirty [?] On top of the food chain, crowned the kings of this rap world I think that ain't true, that's some funny shit I only rock shows to find a pretty bitch to bump [?] with On some scummy shit, brush the crumb from the shoulder [?] I could paint your girl's body like a whole car Get them hands up, like David Blaine made them levitate And make some noise for the 'Oars, Australian hip hop heavyweights [Hook: Sesta (Sample)] We the reason, we the reason We the reason ('cause you ain't shit) We the reason, we the reason We the reason (your crew ain't shit) (Your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't) (Do that-do that...do that-do that shit)