Alien [PE​.​2]

by Werd (SOS)

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Werd (SOS) - Salt n Sauce [Official Video]
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Vaguely following on from the conceptual mixtape Patient Empowerment, Werd speaks from a confused and secluded place in his own mind. His brain cells, or mental cell, depending on listener’s interpretation. Having been left alone and ‘alienated’ from both the world and hip-hop scene, we are given an honest and often critical opinion of the human race and music industry. This is no longer about local hip-hop, pushing the music or gaining exposure. Werd’s new release is a wild mix of emotion based on frustration with our current system of life on a global scale.

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released October 15, 2015

Featuring production from: Bigg Taj, Righteous Fist, Konchis, Madman Speakz, Dixie, C. Boyd, Sea-Bass, Tam O'Shatner, Lorne MacDougall, Big Shamu, Loonatic Beats & Dale A Thomson.

Album contains no additional vocal features.

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Werd (SOS) Edinburgh

Werd continues to work with artists in Scotland and abroad, creating music with some of Edinburgh’s top producers and artists as well as performing gigs at venues in the major cities. In 2011 Werd won Urban Recording of the Year at the Scottish New Music Awards held in Glasgow. Werd also records for many Edinburgh acts out-with his own releases. Hosted and co-hosts rap battles for SSU & Dont Flop. ... more

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Track Name: Surface Earth
[Sample: Hook]

Let's separate this,
Seems my sentence to sentences is senseless,
When my sense is questioned,
Ever since I first penned this,
Wrote a rap... it's a start...
And made friendships, but this ain't friend-shit,
This is solo, so low and your ends wit,
Many problems, some things solve them,
But sometimes our rhymes create distortion,
And it's hard, to write bars at large,
When peeps write bars to act hard in charge,
What are you on top of?
Throw a stone at stoned drunk rappers doing hip-hop,
But my mind-set never changed,
That's why I'm still in this box today,
Hey, it's just life on reply,
It's hard to stay awake with these things that they gave me.

[Sample: Hook]

Sometimes I think I've lost it,
Lost the plot, lost logic,
What's this? Honest,
I used to love to write, record this,
Now it's a mission, nothing to be applauded,
Now I'm sitting in the corner,
Call the medics in for some medicine,
Begging them for some drink gin or vodka,
Bothered, by a life ran by monsters,
Feeling suppressed shallow depths of our culture,
Vultures, but I aint looking to be dead soon,
So stop hovering round my head in bad moods,
Sad dude, crap cartoon,
No punch-line here, when needed a lift too,
Another level, another place,
Nothing left, I'll stay here mate

[Sample: Hook]

Feeling dark like the glass on the van to court,
The tint makes devil eyes as the cars pass forth,
In no mood to talk, handcuffed as I walk,
Suicide watch, lights on, cameras in the cot,
Can't sleep, can't eat,
Tried to read but lost,
No clock, no meaning, conceded to law,
Lost in my thoughts,
Corner of my eye between bars I see,
Not bars in my head,
But bars that barred me from being me,
Sometimes we escape, become something else,
Sometimes we get lost in the image we created,
And lose self.

I used to think it was about the music,
And how we could use it to make a movement,
So stupid.
Track Name: HeL(P)
Look, talking pure tihs' mate
Same as the last rapper, same as the one before him,
Bla bla bla,
Let's hear another tune about Bucky (Heard it),
Weed (Heard it), or little dirties (Heard it all before),
Is that all you got?
I've heard people do an entire album,
(Well they call it an album)
Thousands of lyrics, and not said anything,
Nothing, what's the point in you mate?
Do you have one?
We're all fighting to be the king of nothing,
The king of this, I want to top this,
I want to be top of the scene, the scene,
Top what? There's nothing to top,
Werd used to be the crazy one,
Now Drew's that pissed off I can't tell the difference,
Trying to give me advice? Nah, keep that,
But know what? I'm falling about the shot,
Falling into walls, steaming (Reeking)
And the worst thing is people look up to me,
Me? You have to laugh or cry mate,
You have to laugh or cry,
Years wasted, I thought I left this place,
I thought I was free, nightmare,
Only way I'm free is the releases,
You had dreams aye? Dream away...

I had a dream, sat in a river,
Floated downstream just under the surface,
And on the surface - that was a dream,
But in that river, I dig a little deeper.
Tree's overhang a walkway of pillars,
All natural, yet straight as ever,
I view head on, never look back,
Sometimes submerged when most relaxed.
Other dreams; a constant car crash,
Or lost in a city that's so familiar,
Somehow the car crash never kills ya,
And sometimes I travel too far to map.

I dream, lost in my dreams,
In a world that's close, but not what it seems,
In my dream, in my dreams,
Reality is the true nightmare.

Wake up, face up, do your job,
Eat meat, have greed, be a faceless slob,
Watch TV, easy, life no shock,
Just relax, sit back and be forgot.
Or not, be a legend mate,
Don't be the thing that you want to break,
Don't follow a path that you didn't make,
And if you do, don't dare complain.

Face facts, this path is alien to me,
I feel excluded from this life, with it's sights to see,
I feel alone, and controlled, could implode on myself,
Inner peace, inside me, is rarely felt (hell, hell, hell, help)

I had a dream, started running,
But lose my breath so fast over nothing,
Pull my legs cause they're not working,
And really don't know why I can't function,
Other times I get this feeling,
That's when I work out I'm sleeping,
So wake up, shake up, on the spot,
Or continue in limbo in conscious thought,
My third eye open,
Or at least as much as I can focus,
20-20 vision in my head,
But I feel my inner chakra could use a lens.
Make amends, don't want no Mercedes-Benz,
Ice and gems, that don't make no men.

I dream, lost in my dreams,
In a world that's close, but not what it seems,
In my dream, in my dreams,
Reality is the true nightmare.

Face facts, this path is alien to me,
I feel excluded from this life, with it's sights to see,
I feel alone, and controlled, could implode on myself,
Inner peace, inside me, is rarely felt (hell, hell, hell, help)

When I die, will I dream?
Will I float in the cosmos conscious being?
Space ghost host with a soul set free,
Universal mind in a shared thought sea.
Be, anything,
See, everything,
Feel, certain things,
And limit out negative that the Devil brings,
I'm a magnet to material madness,
Mixed in a matrix made for the masses,
We go online and it's so tragic,
Fooling ourselves and become our own catfish.

I dream, lost in my dreams,
In a world that's close, but not what it seems,
In my dream, in my dreams,
Reality is the true nightmare.

Face facts, this path is alien to me,
I feel excluded from this life, with it's sights to see,
I feel alone, and controlled, could implode on myself,
Inner peace, inside me, is rarely felt (hell, hell, hell, help)
Track Name: Leave This Behind (So Long)
Sick of this, sick of this scene,
Are you mad? I'm no mad...
I'm madder than Asian Nomads,
With Genghis Khan on horseback,
I'm pillaging villages, killing n willing to,
Leave your f*cking throat slashed.
So Know that. You’re hopeless.
I'm f*cking on that war path,
And like a train crash; we kin scrap
- take it off tracks.
My focus, like locust,
A plague if you don't notice,
I Infected as expected yet neglected
See my motif (and my motive),
Is reoccurring jokes with, fun poked at;
The scene and all that's seen in this has-been atrocious dick showing contest.
It all seems pointless,
And as new rappers join us, it circles back the process,
The progress,
And the ones that made it, or claim it,
Now just feel alienated.

[Hook]
(Now it's all behind me)

Are you radge? I'm no radge,
Amazed at these rapping torags,
They saying, claiming and aiming for fame,
As if I didn't know that.
So hold back, that's so whack,
I'm f*cking sick of most rap,
And not 'sick' as in 'sick with spits'
Like shit rappers boast at,
I'm actually sick n pissed and live with this and try and grow that,
I planted a seed, and hoped to achieve,
I believed that they'd support that.
But face facts, they on Facebook,
They 'like' that, but don't listen to.
It's all pffttttt...
Now we all just look the same, dude.
Make moves, represent,
But most of the time it's just resent,
And a mix of regret...
I miss when this wasn't in my head.

[Hook]
(Now it's all behind me)