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funkoars - the reason lyrics

[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 b-tch 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 motherf-ckers to ether
i’m feeling like f-ck this, f-ck that, f-ck him, f-ck her
f-ck the beats, of course, f-ck 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 sh-t
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 sh-t)
we the reason, we the reason
we the reason (your crew ain’t sh-t)
(your crew ain’t sh-t, your crew ain’t sh-t, your crew ain’t)
(do that-do that…do that-do that sh-t)

[verse 2: trials]
my p-rn slam, your f-cking 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 c-nts 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 f-ck 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 b-tches with my ring finger

[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 sh-t
i only rock shows to find a pretty b-tch to bump [?] with
on some sc-mmy sh-t, 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 sh-t)
we the reason, we the reason
we the reason (your crew ain’t sh-t)
(your crew ain’t sh-t, your crew ain’t sh-t, your crew ain’t)
(do that-do that…do that-do that sh-t)

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