1. |
Pagliacci
02:45
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This mirror holds a face but eyes don’t age
Hard to recognise yet still feel the same
Hey I wrote words you can play
Put them in all sorts of order to wonder my ways
At first it was a phase
Until I noticed this focus makes change
Might only make pennies but I’m never the same
Watching news on telly like fuck off mate
I’m cut open by the system
I stop bleeding with the music I make
It’s like I’m micro-dosing melodies
And instrumentals telling me
The melancholy’s softening and stopping on recording days
I use music as a crutch
The booth is my church
The bible my words
Inspired from desire to no longer hurt
They say
Be original
Always was
Guess pointing out my flaws
Ain’t what hip-hop was
All that ego talk
Before all the emo’s dropped
Ten years ahead of the curve as blue pills get popped
No for me mate
Societies in red
But I still take what I take
When serotonin leaves my brain at incredible rates
The hip-hop keeps me sane
Well enough anyway
But Doctor
I am Pagliacci
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2. |
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Depression
The black dug
The dark cloud
You took my voice
My heart it kind of froze up
I lost my choice
Every path had a brick wall built up
I lost my heart
It’s all gone dark since you passed
Sitting staring at the bottom of a shot glass
Yeah
My expression’s tame
I seem to have lost my rage
That fire inside that flickering light
And it’s getting less bright like every day
It’s - with me
Depression pain it’s changed my face
People ask are you okay
Mate
What the hell do you say
I just write away
My life always been lit up on page
Nothing like this ever-made sense to me
One escape I can’t escape but hey
Thanks for being my shrink today
It’s real nice you played
I’m grateful you listen
If you didn’t what’s left for me
You took my voice
My heart it kind of froze up
I lost my choice
Every path had a brick wall built up
I lost my heart
It’s all gone dark since you passed
Sitting staring at the bottom of a shot glass
I’m scared to forget
So scared to forget
What it is to be happy like that’s just it
Like that’s just that
Is how it is and you can’t go back
Wish for things that we cannot grab
But just to live
Can’t you give me that
I’m sick of the funerals
Sick of the murals
Sick of the sickness that’s still invisible
Sick of the RIP’s
Just three letters and I can’t grieve
I can’t breath
Yeah life is toxic
Societies lost it
And if I’m not done then I am at a crossroads
Serotonin please don’t leave
I’ll serenade and conduct a composition in hope you’ll stay
But depressions got the best of me
You took my voice
My heart it kind of froze up
I lost my choice
Every path had a brick wall built up
I lost my heart
It’s all gone dark since you passed
Sitting staring at the bottom of a shot glass
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You’re wearing a mask
You’re hiding your pain
And that’s okay
I do it too
Check
Listen
I refuse to make this a depressing song
I used to invest too much in what’s wrong
We’d only connect when the comforts gone
Or the feeling of being lost was far too strong
On again
The pens my friend
I’ll bleed out though ink if it’s all I can send
I mean I’m struggling but that’s okay
I’ll never be mean to force love away
I’ll never be seen with bad words to say
It’s harder but it’s the best thing to do
Hey life ain’t simple
And if it is then you’re doing it wrong
Hey don’t let life kill you
Because in the end we will all pass on
You’re not you’re nickname so best beware
You’re not your clothes of your fancy hair
You’re not your bros and I know you care
So don’t get lost in that mask you wear
Babies having babies
This generations crazy
We grew up too fast
Now we’re burnt out already
Drinking smoking heavy
And watching too much telly
They want to go viral and be a celebrity
Anyway they’re neglecting the cost
They’re pretending to be someone
And someone they got lost
We hide our face
So that they won’t judge thee
We pretend and mask
So that they can’t hurt me
I can’t accept that this is it
Pens and spits
There must be more than this
More to live
Much much more to give
More than a rapping -
I watch the candle drip drip
And hear the clock go tick tick
See another day pass
See an empty glass
As we swipe through photos of the laughs we miss
But there’s laughs that we’ve not had yet
There’s a chance it’ll pass and we’re not sad
And I bet
There’s still some left
And if it feels tough put that mask back on a sec
It’s okay to feel stressed
And anxious and panic
A sense of neglect
Just remember it’s meant
Why else would you shop
Look good
Eat food
Take meds
The circle again
Babies having babies
This generations crazy
We grew up too fast
Now we’re burnt out already
Drinking smoking heavy
And watching too much telly
They want to go viral and be a celebrity
Anyway they’re neglecting the cost
They’re pretending to be someone
And someone they got lost
We hide our face
So that they won’t judge thee
We pretend and mask
So that they can’t hurt me
We hide our face
So that they won’t judge thee
We pretend and mask
So that they can’t hurt me
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4. |
No Swimming In The Water
03:57
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In the void of the voiceless
Online algorithms limiting your choices
I’m living in block lists
Sitting with writtens and thinking I’m conscious
Or living in the mind of someone who thought this
What if we’re God’s thoughts
What if we’re all sorts
What if my eye when I look at you
Is me looking back with your eyes too
Or maybe we’re robots
Maybe computers get so life-like
That all the people don’t go outside
Maybe it’s year 2099
And we’re in a programme to travel in time
If we pollute the sky have acid rain
And plastic oceans we’d stay at home
We’d all plug in and play this game
It’s called holidays when the world decays
Body is a temple
But I don’t feel religious
The world was your oyster
I hope it was delicious
There’s nothing to us precious
And Earth is getting hotter
The streets will look like Venice
Please no swimming in this water
Is there virtue in virtual reality
If I act this way is it actually a part of me
Factually it’s hard to say
I guess we’re living our lives in different ways
I guess we’re playing our lives and willing to fight
Well in computer games
What if we went outside
Maybe protest this life
Maybe we’re lazy and scared to do right
So hollow no morals and follow the light
What if we’re dead deceased gone
And you are a programme that’s hearing this song
And I am an upload that was not born
A simulation to test this form
And where we’re from we’re all the same
Bodies decay with no form of race
We’re all just data that’s entered and placed
And trapped this way forgot it’s a game
Maybe maybe
Maybe we’re slaves
Maybe we’re saved and placed in a maze
Maybe today is only a stage
Maybe no time and nothing is fate
Audio waves transcend from a grave
To try and relate those grave mistakes
Your body is a temple
But I don’t feel religious
The world was your oyster
I hope it was delicious
There’s nothing to us precious
The Earth is getting hotter
The streets will look like Venice
Please no swimming in this water
Yeah your body is a temple
But I don’t feel religious
The world was your oyster
I hope it was delicious
When nothing to us precious
The Earth is getting hotter
The streets will look like Venice
Please no swimming in this water
Wait
What if it’s meant
What if this pain is only a test
To get us set for what is next
But maybe they left
Experiment didn’t have an end
And we just sit and comprehend if we exist
If peace can exist
If we can exist without being dicks
And maybe fix with the time they give
Take this plug out my neck
Take this mask up off of my head
Take this heart while there’s still some left
Or put it back it on cause I can’t face this mess
Can’t face this mess
Yes
Your body is a temple
But I don’t feel religious
The world was your oyster
I hope it was delicious
There’s nothing to us precious
The Earth is getting hotter
The streets will look like Venice
Please no swimming in this water
Yeah your body is a temple
But I don’t feel religious
The world was your oyster
I hope it was delicious
When nothing to us precious
The Earth is getting hotter
The streets will look like Venice
Please no swimming in this water
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5. |
Music In Colour
04:00
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Life in a heartbeat
Where the heart leaks
With my speech lost floating in a vast sea
Come swim with me
I am almost drowning in these waves that you can’t see
Her name was synaesthesia
She sat back and watched music like a theatre
All I catch is black though I believe in her
I can’t comprehend what her pupils were teaching her
I guess we all keep reaching huh
Try and make it out the basic
Or we’re chasing love
We choose our favourites you know
Got to follow stuff
Pick a side
Pick a sport
Or pick a church
Pick something anything to distract from hurt
From the lack of self-worth or the empty purse
Let’s distract
Play a part
Depart
Communities in agreement are immunities from reason
Star sign Cancer
Water is my element
Year of the rabbit
I believe in what the heaven-sent
Or heavens said
Hellbent on heavens text
All for heaven’s sake
God nothing is irrelevant
In retrospect a speck of dust
Can nudge and have purpose
Like all of us does
Yet we forget as much
We neglect and accept and expect the worse
We’re empaths to each other
Walking them paths and stutter
Through hail stones and thunder
Continue pushing further and mutter
I’ll do it for you
I’ll hold your hand if you take mine too
My names Drew
But that was man-made
And who I am was not a choice that I made
It’s what my dad said
And through my mum’s gaze
I am the skin I’m in
But only in this short space
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6. |
Un-United Kingdom
03:31
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Werd
They don’t care we all feel alone
And I fear that they’ll gain full control
We’ve sat back hand’s out and asked for more
But they stole
The Union jacked us all
Look
MPs are actors
Actually act like they’re active
Shout in the house on a camera
Off of a script that’s writ by a backer
Financial matters is all that matters
So they’ll lie for these bastard bankers
And taxi drivers play Talk TV
And blame refugees trying to cross the sea
MP’s saying this shouldn’t happen
While owning shares in Lockheed Martin
Then voting for more aggressive tactics
They’re all just at it and we’re all too passive
We’re past the point to deny their fascists
We live in a place where our votes don’t matter
No Covid masks
Just Union Jacks
You protest the wrong thing my man
They don’t care we all feel alone
And I fear that they’ll gain full control
We’ve sat back hand’s out and asked for more
But they stole
The Union jacked us all
Just to be clear
I love the English
I like hand cooked crips
And you make good biscuits
But that’s not enough to allow my district
To be denied votes by some Eton rich kids
We’re not prisoners
I can distinguish
Don’t want your king
But I want your kindship
Say politics is none of my business
But politics is all ran by business
And at Christmas cold as
And in the summer it’s getting too hot
Energy companies keep ripping us off
So no
I won’t go back in my box
Gloves off
I’m done with the sad songs
Far too cold now the gas is gone
Lucky I’ve leccy to record these thoughts
Wonder what laws will bring that to a stop
They don’t care we all feel alone
And I fear that they’ll gain full control
We’ve sat back hand’s out and asked for more
But they stole
The Union jacked us all
UK is feral
We need more rebels
We need to take royals off the pedestal
Imbalance incredible
So lamentable
Make it make sense
How is this acceptable
Nobody picking the vegetables
They pumping chemicals into the sea
More strikes and picket lines
Picked apart by the papers they hate you and me
They hate you achieve
Like they hate human beings
They hate that you breath
They want machines
They want us to breed for workforce greed
Then still rely on foodbanks to eat
Never affects the Eton rich
Until we start eating the rich
Britain is falling to bits
Labour Tory
Same old story
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7. |
Laoch a’ Mheur-chlàir
03:24
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Little bitty rappers
You got shitty little rapper bars
Fuck you little itty-bitty rappers
You got shitty little rapper bars
And stand and spit at a camera
Ya’ll amateurs
Go and make a track if you’re man enough
I’ve had enough
Canny bust
Clogging up parameters
Lacking all stamina
I conglomerate my algebra
Barometer
I only function under pressure
I was made to measure
Like suited with endeavours
Forever and ever on beats or acapella
Get a listen to my lyrics
Listen I ain’t even no better
But I love this shit
I also hate this shit
So opinionated with cause it’s all I live
And all I give
And in all I’ve missed
Any real chance that I could live
So don’t explain what hip-hop is
You ain’t packing a mac in the back of your Vauxhall Corsa
Move over
You want to do them raps and attacks on tracks
Bringing that shit back to the whack beef past
That’s pish no thanks that’s wee man stance
Go do battle rap if you lack making art
Only chatting and bragging is how amateurs start
It’s done
It’s over
It’s been done
It’s been done
Yeah it’s been done
Dumb cunts running up on these beat drums
Reaching and teaching young ones to get some
But get some is rejection misplaced faith in an endless session
Tensions
Inflated ego’s pretending
And acting better than those that are really invested
And they get pissed off I un-friended on Facebook
Well stop tagging me in shite tunes
You’re all mad rap goons
Sorry you caught me in a bad mood
But I came from a quarry I rock dude
Even when I’m stoned
I’m a pillar to you whack crews
Gucci-gang Gucci-gang fuck the fame
You fuckers seeking names dude that’s fucking lame
All it indicates is you switching lanes
But you’ll lose the drive if you’re not yourself mate
So maybe I have lost it
Maybe this is pointless
Maybe doing rap 22 years
Has got me kind of weird
Werd
SOS
But I got some nerve
Ya’ll listen
I sound like I’m dissing
When all I’m giving is an honest opinion
From where I’m sitting while trying to distinguish
Those that fit in
To those that fit in
When chose to be clones when spitting
Delivering a mirror image sadly they ain’t living
To impress a bunch of folk in online subscriptions
Might as well buy some views too
You sold yourself out
Sort yourself out
Hip-hop is so much more than Youtube
It’s not hard-talk or an ego to choose
Nor is it a race or a chance to exclude
It’s community
Movement
Connection
Investment
It’s part of the person
With every single breath and
Transend and reception with all in attendance
What’s lived is reflected in text for acceptance
You get the message
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8. |
Go Live in a Forest
02:51
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Let’s go live in a forest
Let’s go live in the woods
Let’s let go of a life like this and next try something good
Let’s let go of fossil fuels
Let’s let go of modern schools
Let’s let go cause we all stand still
And let’s live a life like there is no rule
God save the public
The Gov don’t listen
They limit the culture
Force-feed news stay within the borders
They increase views if you’ve paranoia
And limit info to the lies they taught you
Fucking vultures
Even on maps they divide by colour
They blame religion for all these nutters
But words in a book never caused me nothing
It does my nut in
That we all do nothing
I guess one day we’ll pull back the curtains
And look at a world that we left in suffering
So let Mother Nature cast her judgment
It’s just a shame it hurts innocent public
Politicians and real villains are never the worst hit
I swear sometimes they kill Earth on purpose
God save the public
Let’s go live in a forest
Let’s go live in the woods
Let’s let go of a life like this and next try something good
Let’s let go of fossil fuels
Let’s let go of modern schools
Let’s let go cause we all stand still
And let’s live a life like there is no rule
God save the public
They want to lead us
But never teach us
Political Jesus with evil preaches
And evil reaches with speech and leaches
Can birth a defeatist if you don’t do your research
Stains on my T-shirt
Rips in my trainers
I’m vain with pressure
Adverts TV fame etc
Make me feel like I’m somehow lesser
We’re not Prince
Nor Cinderella
The shoe don’t fit into either gender
Some memories maybe need dementia
If all we remember is dream endeavours
It won’t make you better
Money making is the modern treasure
But it’s at our leisure to do whatever
So why choose oppressors whatsoever
Let’s go live in a forest
Let’s go live in the woods
Let’s let go of a life like this and next try something good
Let’s let go of fossil fuels
Let’s let go of modern schools
Let’s let go cause we all stand still
And let’s live a life like there is no rule
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9. |
See Through ft Riddlah
03:29
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I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
You make me blind
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
And I was blind
Once or twice
Trying to make it work
And hide my hurt and lack of pride
Maybe a dick sometimes
My ego comes out when I sit and write
The base drum sometimes muddles my mind
And somehow this is always in sight
I can’t see through
What do I do
What do I do with the blues
And texting you and I can’t get through
And the text on the page gets true
See I’m see-through
I threw It on tunes
For you
And you
Know me better than anyone
Those listeners heard Werd in whatever state I was
That falling off stages coarse
Or writing some bitter bars
And bar none I’d take back forever with no applause
Sometimes wish no one knew me cause
Cause I put it all on show
Then she showed up and showed me more
Oh no
Never took heid before
To the warnings of what we explore
And I never really knew my emotions raw
And bottled up that for far too long
I guess that’s why I always made songs
Cause I never do talk
On this I’m see-through
On this I’m see-through
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I can’t see through you
I let it slide
My piece of mind
And that little piece I held inside
Is now broken glass that cuts my pride
And I need this beat
This is my heart heartbeat
This is my life as it bleeds on sheets
Don’t care if liked or not in the streets
And I don’t rap
I just speak
This is me
I’m see-through
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10. |
Kintsukuroi
03:17
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We are broken
But beautiful in every way
See the cracks in our hearts
That’s what pressure made
For every scar missing part I will celebrate
Cause every battle-mark is a reminder we’re still here today
Here today
Perfect this way
So voices in my head you can hear me say
I will not break
I will not break
Check
Not today
If that concrete did not crack
That little plant would not have sun
That little street would not have life
Spouting out from which was none
That little burn that burst its banks
Like the floods of tears from some
Wouldn’t give moisture to new seeds
So could not see what could become
And if that ceiling never cracked
Then the art that hides beneath
Would have not been seen by human eyes
Its beauty left bequeathed
See we all admire nature
Trees growing as the fell
There’s rebirth all around us
Mind and see it in yourself
We are broken
But beautiful in every way
See the cracks in our heart
That’s what pressure made
For every scar missing part I will celebrate
Every battle-mark is a reminder we’re still here today
Here today
Stronger each day
The voices in my head they won’t go away
But it’s okay
Perfect this way
It’s okay
Even though these voices talking
It’s up to us to listen
If polluting all my energy I’ll go and mind my business
This ain’t mental health or sickness
These are thoughts that need addressing
This is part of me
It’s part of you
No shame in these prescriptions
If it’s feeling like a mission
And your life has no one in it
Feeling disliked broken spirit
It doesn’t make it fact or written listen
We are broken but beautiful in every way
Cracks in our hearts yeah that’s what the pressure made
Be it scars on your arms
Or parts missing from your soul
These things are often needed so we progress and we grow
You might not see it now when the pain you can’t control
But now you’ve felt this feeling you can deal with it some more
Crack crack
Broken hearts
Broken spirit give us a minute it’ll pass
You may be scarred
You may feel marked
But I swear there’s gold in all them cracks
And you are art
Crack crack
Broken hearts
Broken spirit
It’ll pass
Maybe scarred
Feel marked
But I swear there’s gold in all them cracks
We are broken
But beautiful in every way
See the cracks in our heart
That’s what pressure made
For every scar missing part I will celebrate
Every battle-mark is a reminder we’re still here today
Here today
Stronger each day
The voices in my head they won’t go away
But it’s okay
Perfect this way
It’s okay
You’ll be okay
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11. |
I'll Not Cry Today
01:56
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I’ll not cry today
I’ll wear my angry face
I’ll pass judgement on others
To keep it covered
I’m really sad with me
I pull back the covers in late afternoon
I’d get up but
There’s nothing I have to do
What you up to
Is what I’d say
If I had text you
I’ll not cry today
I’ll put on my creative face
And write this
And call it a productive day
And that’ll make it okay
I’ll not cry today
I’ll try and put on my happy face
Nobody wants dragged down by me
With invisible waves of uncertainty
I’ll play my games and wait
I’ll check my phone when it goes vibrate
02 automated text sent
Saying I’ve loads of data and time left
I’ll man up for friends
But sometimes I can’t and the times extend
And the friendship ends
I wish I could wear my happy face again
I’ll not cry today
I’m a male so expected to brush away
Dark thoughts that play
And demons that say
How you doing
Aye not bad mate
I best to lie to you and to I
Cause if I reply with what’s inside
I’m better to hide
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12. |
Gardeloo
03:15
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What
Don’t even cut that out if sounds sci-fi
Some write at Uni with pencils and erasers
Some write with bookies pens on court papers
Some write at Uni with pencils and erasers
Some write with bookies pens on back of court papers
Some are creative in Scotland
Some have Creative Scotland do it for them
Shite-bags
Everyone got bars
But don’t get me wrong
Recording a rap and a track is not a song
Shite-bags
Yeah you all rant a lot
You’re all talk
What the fuck am I doing
Shite-bags
I keep it movement
Coughing
Coughing flows
Keep it moving
Give me some Calpol
I’m in the cut like a scalpel
I just rip it rip it
Like a frog ya’ll tadpoles
Old school like buckets and hash yo
Used to get soap-bar off your ma yo
Used to get soap-bar off your ma yo
Magdalene
Now there ain’t much room
But I take mushrooms
Give me 1-up
Mario
You’re a bag of shite
And I don’t care if you write or type
I don’t like when you lie on mics
But they want to do grime
When there’s no connection or link in life
Southern expression and road-man hype
From drum n base and jungle has muddled your mind
You ever been yourself
Or mask each day with the drink as well
Have a wee smoke with time to kill
Cause you’re scared that time will come
And time does tell
Cunts claim time in jail
But real ones never use that to sell
Don’t put behind bars hard-talk and spraff
In doing that it’s braincells you lack
Let’s conduct a survey
Do you invest your own currency
Do you detest them that’s currently
Using art grants that’s Government funded
Quit begging with your hands out
Looking like Durga with your hands out
Too many Yes-men you can’t move
Done the same tune for the last ten years goof
Go get face tattoos
Hope you don’t die from that Xanax use
But still hear you taking all that too
In the valley of death
Yeah they all on blues
Fucking boo-hoo
Still cut about like knifing a shoe
Splitting three stipes or that Nike swoosh
Back spitting and deliver since they missing me troops
Like missionary groups got the speech of God
You’re pray
What I say gets points a-cross
Jesus rolled fat rocks
And hell’s the hotbox
All swingers like sage
No church in this part
Gardeloo
Stand on a gargoyle over the town
Gardeloo
I stand on a gargoyle over the town
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13. |
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Mic check
One two one two
I don’t believe in karma
Cause rich cunts can get away with murder
And charity workers themselves is facing hunger
We’re ran by fuckers
And all the protests don’t make a murmur
The pain comes crashing like waves
Waves in my mind
Give me one on the rocks
I pray
Pray that I’m fine
I don’t like rap
I just write
Can’t relate to rappers and all that shite
You wanting money
Wanting lights
I’m wanting kids and a faithful wife
Cocaine bars is lines they like
Looking in the mirror like that’s the life
But giros gone in one mad night
Didn’t plan it out and there go the lights
No leccy
But bought some bevvy
Sitting alone waiting for mates to text you
Fear in the news
Fame on the telly
Rage at machines but do what they tell you
So back on the bevvy
And shouting a lot is a silent help me
Shouting a lot is a silent help me
The pain comes crashing like waves
Waves in my mind
Give me one on the rocks
I pray
Pray that I’m fine
See I tried to succeed
Then I noticed don’t know what it means
Say the other side grass is more green
Well I guess I’m soap-bar
Polluted dreams
But when I sleep in my bed
A much better life goes round in my head
Fall in love
A brush with death
Then I wake up and words unsaid
Still no text
Too paranoid to even message my friends
I get out of bed
Clean up the empties and all that mess
I’m on the rocks
But then there’s a thought I thought I’d forgot
This is my making
I’m no doing the chasing
And its never too late to give it all you got
The pain comes crashing like waves
Waves in my mind
Give me one on the rocks
I pray
Pray that I’m fine
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14. |
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Scotland where’s your art
Where’s your mark
Where you at
What’s your part
You seem dejected neglected for starts
Are you just accepting to sit at the back
Let’s back-track who was first on the map
Scotti Irish Anglo-Sax
From renaissance art
Glass trade craft
Seems nowadays we’ve forgotten all of that
Yo
In 2014 never had a yes vote
But something stirred and occurred in its death though
We had no free press to invest in
None of the mainstream rags was leaning left and
That left out like so many questions
Like why we hold your nuclear weapons
Or fund these wars Middle East meets Western
With soldiers shooting up like Red Dead Redemption
We ain’t really in the system
If nobody’s listening and culture non-existent
We don’t have news channel
Chat show or outlet
Platform for arts or community concepts
Want to see kids believing in achievements
But schools teach and we spoon-feed reasons
To fall in line
Feel weak without meaning
I think our passions need a little reclaiming
Nah
Scotland where’s your art
Where’s your mark
Where you at
What’s your part
You seem dejected neglected for starts
Are you just accepting to sit at the back
Let’s back-track who was first on the map
Scotti Irish Anglo-Sax
From renaissance art
Glass trade craft
Seems nowadays we’ve forgotten all of that
This song ain’t anti-UK
It’s okay to be aware where the tax you pay goes
And I’m not saying it’s all rosy and fair though
I just kind of care to be an equal or let go
I hope this hell hole with at least have heat
So we can cook up and eat our toast and beans
Have a toast to the Queen and embrace Brexit
And love toast and beans every day for breakfast
Maybe have a little wee egg with
My British packed Union Jack haggis and then sit
Knock back a UK Whisky
Shortbread biscuits
And if I think it’s wrong must be nationalistic
Aye right be creative so I write
I’m the type to keep a little eye on these islands
And open my eyelids refuse to be quiet
Either lose our culture or all stand by it
Scotland where’s your art
Where’s your mark
Where you at
What’s your part
You seem dejected neglected for starts
Are you just accepting to sit at the back
Let’s back-track who was first on the map
Scotti Irish Anglo-Sax
From renaissance art
Glass trade craft
Seems nowadays we’ve forgotten all of that
Listen
Don’t believe all that Braveheart pish
The straw huts
Roads of mud
We had bricks
But go south
That’s in doubt
History is history if its not your account
Love the tartan but family-types
Was an English invention to continue divide
Hey sgian dubh
Whoop ti do our tribe
It’s all suppressed
What’s next can we lose more pride
Sigh
Tell a lie I’ll be pointing it out
Geez a vote I’ll be using it too
I just can’t make do so make music and choose life
Choose pride
Cause there’s nothing they like better than us being the Trainspotting type
Scotland where’s your art
Where’s your mark
Where you at
What’s your part
You seem dejected neglected for starts
Are you just accepting to sit at the back
Let’s back-track who was first on the map
Scotti Irish Anglo-Sax
From renaissance art
Glass trade craft
Seems nowadays we’ve forgotten all of that
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15. |
Kunta
03:04
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Aw sorry were you sleeping
I’ve been up a wee bit
I think they thought I stopped
Or just went all political and heartfelt
Okay
Mic check
Hi kids - do like my shit
Probably not but I’ll summarise real quick
An Auld Reekie rapper
Getting reeking giving patter
And I’m often on the camera
And doing whatever I did
Yeah Werd mate you’ve been fucking killing it
But nowadays there’s loads of cunts and must admit they’re spitting good
But I’m not nervous I’m just interested have they even heard my verses
I was sending penning shit when they was little persons
Aye pupils I’m not a teacher giving detention
But I’m giving lines out like drunk cunts on heavy sessions
Hence I’ll mention if the legend question don’t give me attention
Get investigations pending with my independent self-impression
By the way my spellings shite
But on the mic
This ain’t for reading
And maybe being dyslexic helps me mix these words and meanings
Easing into other feelings
Like bipolar within reason
Using Cubase Logic Reason then to maximize my grievance
Instead of getting reeking taking acid seeing demons
And fuck achievements if believing in selling your soul
Think your number one
That’s a keeper
Scored an own goal
Getting reeking in Auld Reekie steaming in old mode
Now Edinburgh’s dead
Best young team in Glasgow
But hip-hops a merry-go-round
It goes back round
Some fell off
Not Werd though
I’m the original cunt
Kunta
Thee original one
Kunta
It’s like a paint a pretty picture pen Picassos
I’m pretty far from perfect ken I’m handing tick like CASIOs
So watch me sew a canvas stitched with little bits of solo flows
And if it didn’t feel so low I would have patched it years ago
It should be obvious
I’m sorry if my ambiance
Alters your subconsciousness
A serious of unfortunate events
Made me build up and vent so I recorded this
A hip-hop edition of my hip-hop omnibus
So on we bust
Go on hip-hop on with me
See nowadays there’s loads of cunts that’s flicking tongues and paving ways
There’re doing it with
New beats too
That’s the modern way
Can’t keep up walk away
Drop the can no longer spray
The old cunts that cut it put the decks away
New cunts keep coming but I still stay
Kunta
The original one
Fall back son
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16. |
Cognitive Dissonance
02:36
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I don’t know what I’m doing
Where I’m going to be 5 years
Everyone’s so busy
They seem so full of ideas
People getting married
And my friends having kids
When all I really do is watch movies and drink
I don’t really want to change
When I do I get anxious
So I stay in my flat where nice and quiet
And since getting a cat
I like humans even less
See I’m pretty happy with my furry we friend
But every now and then my hearts starts racing
Like isn’t there something that I’m meant to be doing
Did I forget another date or friend’s birthday
Did I miscommunicate now it’s too late to be saved
What is life if just sit and decay
What mistakes have been made
Oh my God what am I going to do
Nothing
I like nothing
I burnt myself out with parties and overworking
So now I’d quite like to just sit here sulking
Soaking up a series on a streaming production
Yeah go get the covers on the sofa
Few pre-rollies and bottle of vodka
Switch on the TV then a go saunter
To switch off the buzzer so I don’t get bothered
Put on jammy bottoms or some comfy boxers
And like a boxer return to my corner
But then a thought
What to watch on the box
I should turn it off stop and focus on hip-hop
Get tik-Tok and post pictures up on the net
Acting tin-pot will only get that image in heads
So as I’m lying in bed
Well the sofa exact
In a total panic like all my best years past
Ah well not pulling buckets no more
I can’t be bothered with a cypher in this circuit for sure
Now they all want to sell and get their foot in the door
All that kind of stuff that I don’t want to do anymore
You see I kind of achieved
By being this emcee
Met a lot good mates and girls out of my league
Done a lot of good gigs the whole festival scene
The Edinburgh fringe plus one time overseas
It’s no bad mate
Just a shame there’s no cash made
Least I had music when stuck in a bad place
But often comes back and gets too much
I need to write a bit more to stop it bottling up
See without using music my bubble would burst
And I’d have to face the world without having rehearsed
Without having this nurse
This little platform to spurt
Out all my deep feelings or I would be
Okay let the tempo change
I’ve wound myself up maybe here it’ll end
I don’t want to chase a dream
Life aint a nightmare
To be honest mate I’m alright here
And I might write here
Recite my ideas
Shed light on the mic despite my own fears
Least I’m happy being on my own here
Okay Mozi you’re here too
Yeah that’s right
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17. |
We Fall Down
04:18
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Whole heartily I think I’ve half a heart in me
If I had a harp to play I’d string it every day
I’d make a melody and pray for it constantly
I felt Constantine but music it brought it back to me
Yeah we fell down
We all feel down
But music you got me
Sometimes all that I need
Yeah we fell down
We all feel down
But music you got me
Sometimes all that I need
Raps magic but often backhanded
Makes you feel ecstatic or seem pedantic
A tad dramatic when set free on pad hits
The hi-hat kicks and the base where I live
My eyelids heavy iris trying to hide
I’ll retina into this little third eye of mine
A sleep deprived mind let’s thoughts collide
And in a dream like state I can start to write
It’s music medicine
Chill or adrenaline
Getting anger out or getting serotonin in
Thoughts and exploring them
Or blank out ignoring them
Music any mood can be used never boring ken
Any nation basis or class set
Races or dialect
For peace or to riot with
Share or keep intimate
Bare whole kindred spirit
Or keep quiet just try it
I’m into it
Yeah we fell down
We all feel down
But music you got me
Sometimes all that I need
Yeah we fell down
We all feel down
But music you got me
Sometimes all that I need
Every verse is a new universe to hear
And your breath is a platform to share ideas
Our text on the page it can be used in a way
To throw shade or paint a bright veneer
And mate a mic is here
It’s open to all
Since putting egg cartons on the wall
Police at the door like stop playing the tunes
I’m like mate I’m working here too
It’s true
On it treble
Should have added a rest
I don’t know how we made it through to the end
I fell down in a hole but the music ascends
I grabbed on by the stroke of my pen
Clutched onto a sound wave and swam to shore
Through the jealous sea to a loch ’ed door
But music being key creates an encore
Mate I’m on board let’s take it off course
Yeah we fell down
We all feel down
But music you got me
Sometimes all that I need
Yeah we fell down
We all feel down
But music you got me
Sometimes all that I need
Yeah
Take a seat if you can’t stand me
Can’t hand me the script of what I can or can’t be
How can I not speak when the beats like these
And go deep in blank sheets see what I conceive
See my eyes could bleed
All the suffering and loss could be an artist piece
Is that me
I feel dark and need
A little release a little fickle heart to heart on beat
Cause if my heart don’t beat I use the beat and sound
The instrumental’s base with music makes my blood go round
Seems I’ve done it in vain never chased the now
Just trying to chase away this cloud
Yeah we fell down
We all feel down
But music you got me
Sometimes all that I need
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18. |
Bleed Out
03:45
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Cut me open
I’ll bleed out my emotion
But no one ever told me how in the end to close it
Cut me open
I’ll bleed out my emotion
But no one ever told me in the end how I could close it
She taught love is having dreams and sense of purpose
And looking to the future with an aim or goal to flourish
I never had this
So spent weeks trying to work out was it worth it
To bring these feelings to the surface
She opened up the gates now impossible to shut it
Want to go back to nothing
Back then I could function
This is my punishment
Every bar round here is drunk dry
My accomplishments mean nothings its
It was my chance to impress
These sentences made sense
Well at least in my head
And though you’re not in my bed
Your head not on my chest
My heart misses a beat
When I think of your breath
Cut me open
Cut me open
Cut me open
I just bleed
Cut me open
Cut me open
I never aimed for nothing in life
I’ve always been relaxed and just along for the ride
I thought
Why look inside
But when it comes to
A place to run to
I chose to vibe
And I believed in magic
Since she was made of it
See I believed in magic
Since she was made of it
Since she was made of it
Listen you want to know something
Cause you know nothing
You don’t know my life and the shite I put up with
Just what you heard in the streets
What Werd done said on a beat
Werd
But maybe I’m Drew
Maybe I’m through
Maybe I’m sick of explaining to you
We all could have died here
And I’ve had that idea
But get too feared when deaths near
So just sit in tears with warm beers
Trying to fall asleep so I see her
And I was so near the all clear
Til you moved on to the God-tier
Now you dance with angels and no care
Still have my heart I don’t want it back
I want you here
I want you here
Selfish I know
Had to move on so that soul could grow
Too good for this world I know
Should carve you in stone
See I believed in magic
Since she was made of it
And I don’t believe in much anymore
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19. |
For Those Still Here
03:07
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So your still here
That’s brilliant man
I think I’m done though
Think I’ve said enough
Like
Think I talk too much
So here’s an end
I’m glad you made it this far
In both the sense
We could have given up
I know I nearly did
But I vented through the music
Cause it’s all I hid
I spilled my heart
It was broke already
I just tore off the tape with the mic ready
I made this for me
I needed to
But now It’s done
I guess it’s here for you
Cause when I get a message from a person
Telling me my music got them through a situation
Then it makes sense why I’m doing what I’m doing
So you can keep the fame
I never wanted that arrangement
And you can keep the money
Rather save my mental health
You can keep that funny thug music to yourself
I only wear a mask
When I say I’m feeling fine
I only use my accent
Cause only one is mine
The reasons that I do this
I do debate myself
But after all these years
I don’t know to do what else
Are we good enough
You feel excluded huh
But we do it to ourselves
We’re the ones that judge
We all feel stuck
Maybe lost for words
Though we overthink and analyse far too much
And yeah it hurts
Stuck in this rut
Trying to dig out a hole
Only makes it worse
I’d move the Earth
If it would make us happy
I tried my best
But still feel the baddie
Nah that’s a lie
I only half tried
Never put my full in anything in life
Including this
It just comes easy
Writing words in different orders
So that they can see me
How come there’s no weddings
But so many wakes
Seen too many funerals for someone my age
I’ve lost my ego
It was replaced with grief
I’ve lost a lot of people hope they found peace
I miss you Dima
I love you Jamei-Lee
Shouts to Laigo
Lumo
Garry the B
I hope you’re all free
You all deserve it
You were all troubled
But you were all perfect
And I promise I’ll try harder to stop the drinking
Now I’m starting to realise I kind of like living
Here’s to new beginnings
Or a second start
I’ll meet you up in heaven when I’ve done my part
I promise that
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Werd (SOS) Edinburgh
Werd aka Drew Devine is an Edinburgh based emcee. He also runs Sons of Scotland (SOS) as an independent publishing for releasing music.
Contact: SOS.Edinburgh@gmail.com
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