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)