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Strait Jacket EP (Radio Edit)

by Werd (SOS)

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[Film Sample] [Werd] Come on Kapel Theta, lets go tell them, I got to break out of this spell I've been dreading, It's a concept that set-in, Obscure, insecure, yet it's meaning carries lessons, Bureau chasing legends, a foot like a f*cking leg-end, I'm letting them follow suit, tongue tailored out to perfection, A sentence in a second is a sentence to menace, So sick of sacrificing life drinking Tennent's in my tenement, I'm telling them, they'll get to ken, but seems they never do, Got me spinning on the ceiling, fans hitting the roof, If I change al loose you, If I stay I could die here, I'm scared if I don't push it I'll have nothing to live for, Ignore me, well maybe they tried, But I need no introduction, look at f*cking supplies, Over 25 releases, releases a little demon, That's seeking to f*cking beat them, But it aint no achievement, Just rapping getting steaming, And seeking for little reason, Hating most I see in life, politics and the treason, And media with it's lies telling me who to be and Changing what I am inside, be deprived of a feeling. (Love) I do this for me, if you like that's a plus, So first things first, you do not need to judge, And the, film involved, I never said was good, It's just a couple quotes kind of matched my mood, And bringing bars on the beats keeps me in a mind frame, Don't need peeps, cheek, speaking all shnidey, Find me, peach of a speech I provided, So you can leach on as I teach the divided, Scene, that grew from, too strong, moved on, Can't be contained in that place so I proved them Mong's talk and group on, all of your new songs, Can't say who, (there's too many to choose from) And it seems like it's like when I write I do wrong And get left out, wasn't right to hang on, So moved on from all the hate that you gave me, And that made me, went and changed and shaped, So lately you'll notice that my focus is on edge, And I only care about one thing (S.O.S) And I'll be here till the day that it's dead, Or I become this demon that resides in my head, (Mage, sorceress, I don't know which is which, When witches exist and my mold is ripped, I'm letting off a little stream like the city of Tris- Tan, I'm Leiot, or Werd if it fits) A character that hates himself (I relate) A character that's lost his way (no fate) A scene from an unseen script, A metaphor in which I live,
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[Film Sample] [Werd] Welcome ladies and gents, lets begin Enter into a world, unfurled that's too grim Where sin cast in, cast out of the scene Hold a casting audition my mission is no dream It's a nightmare, right here; sit and I write hear, A new kind of Werd through your ear as a strike fear, Last year, a bright year, ahead by a light-year From constantly putting c*nts in coffins with mic's Dear, Drew, how you doing? You ain’t looking too good, You should have moved on by now but you’re misunderstood, You stood tall, let it fall, then had to bring it aw back Remind little punks how you sound on a track (I'm like that) hitting like injecting the smack Vocal dripping from the needle like treacle it’s so lethal My people we're no feeble, we sinning, its pure evil F*ck your life, S.O.S, we ain’t leaving you jack... (Strait jacket) they say that out of my head (Strait jacket) never ever paid for a beat (Strait jacket) yeah if a find then a keep (Strait jacket) uh uh yeah c*nt I (Strait jacket) [x2] f*cking Leiot Steinberg, never said a kind word Life is a bitch, right here's where you find her F*ck these kids I've won like China The emcee, rapper, writer, rhymer Find a, another on my level no kinda Aint gonna happen see the rapping is ma pride ahh Own the world, that you just live in. Ah ah kill um, ah ah I'm villain Sinning with decisions so I'm living in a prison Getting sick of this division, I don't fit in, they don't listen They don't see I'm on a mission, my vision I'm really picking Up a little pace, incase you mistake that I was quitting I'm bringing the old back, I admit I hold back My aggression so I'm letting my presence control that I'm reppin' my own flag, and destined to show twats That the Scottish can rap and f*ck, I'm all of that (Strait jacket) they say that out of my head (Strait jacket) never ever paid for a beat (Strait jacket) yeah if a find then a keep (Strait jacket) uh uh yeah c*nt I (Strait jacket) [x2] Yo I tried this virus to drown out the silence, Beating up a beat gives me meaning in the quiet, The violence, supply it, we dying on a diet, Of chewed up dreams and regurgitated lies with No thought or question, question your thought When we question the question we learn, not taught, We grow, not raised, we free, not caught, Not tied up in knots, not part of their plot, No knock-knocks, on doorstops, Shots from the bored cops, through riot gear, Settled here, to take on the soured mob, It's all smoke and mirrors, The sinners they doing more talk, War will deliver a pillar to make us more got, Blind panic frantic imagine they didn't buy it, Imagine we kept them quiet, we riot and take a stand with it, Abandoned was wasn't working and replace with what was, And take a little bit of action in replace with these words (Strait jacket) they say that out of my head (Strait jacket) never ever paid for a beat (Strait jacket) yeah if a find then a keep (Strait jacket) uh uh yeah c*nt I (Strait jacket) [x2]
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[Film Sample] [Werd] The years 1899 and I find that I'm, A missing sign in this clouded mind Storm inside, rain reply, with the thunder by An orchestra of elements in a spellbound sigh Hi, you can call me what you want See my name is un-important when you living out this long Without sentiment or bound, no love, just little songs Just an image, just a vision, no fruition made it on Bye, see you knew me for bit Understood what I was doing and my lyrics let it live But when sentiment is missed, I just go and get so pissed And try and blank out all the pain of having nothing but I wish You could see me, for all I really am A solo lost soul in a solace blank calm, Ran, away from the demons It's like I exist to only get steaming I exist, but do I live? Was I raised and taught in mist And was I meant to do more than sit And watch life go by (no reply) Exist [x2] I exist, a blur in the mist Clouded my mind, just mind what it is I call - on the power of destruction Don't fit the mould so a feel I've no function F*cking feel like a blow from a truncheon' Policing a state, in a state of corruption Choices we make, change fate, do something Feel like am loosing this life, doing nothing Not dance, but I'm strictly Not stopping this till Kapel Theta kills me Jilted, feel like I'm lost in my city Athens of North, feel Atlantis lost It's a pity, but we still going on Invest in our demon get steaming and hit bongs In search of a meaning, a reason to stay strong But, you knew it all along. I exist, but do I live? Was I raised and taught in mist And was I meant to do more than sit And watch life go by (no reply) Exist [x2] I'm an odd man, Oddman chase me in accordance Mishaps in my life but I write to explore them Record them, feel a little change metamorphic But always be me, new form, high endorphins, Constant, pushing till I feel nonchalant and Bars in my head, locked up, go Bronson Pawned them second hand bars to often Prawn to the shark that I was getting bronze when Gold was the aim, or at least to make a name, Take my aim, I'm just saying now I'm ready to dae This little game and let it stay, aint get the better of me This is all I ever do, this is reflection man-made. I exist, but do I live? Was I raised and taught in mist And was I meant to do more than sit And watch life go by (no reply) Exist [x2]
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[Film Sample] [Werd] Yo It's Werd and I'm back in the sh*t scene Little bitch teams ruined all that I did see Fake f*cking rappers getting followed and they snitches Confirms it's a joke and the music is for Ritchie- Rich pricks, Uni little bitch kids, backpack sick sh*t? Sorry must of missed it, this is, Not what I want in my district Keep it low-key if you into using gimmicks, I'm finished, diminished all of those the flows grows to pro But al settle as an armature if focusing on doe- Ray me fa-so la, ti do- C*nts can't do melody just speak loads And deep throat down South heads like; he's dope But he's not, just punch-lines with weak flow, Years go, seen it all done they reload And do the same thing so I give it the heav-ho (bye bye) Yeah I've done this for a few years I made a little music and I let you all hear I tried to do my best but at times I was slipping Too caught up with a life not living Listen, I'm sorry but I'm back I know it don't give any others a chance I won’t loose it, this right here, Is another fresh start, let it rot, mold Yo, you know were you'll find me F*cking sitting grimy, Looping out a beat with a beer right beside me Pad on my knee try looking at me sideways Skins and the bud asking 'how you doing?' tidy Al have that, have a little joint sparked No get-set or marks, just the puff puff pass False start (ha ha) I guess I'm too slack If I play my position I'm probably left back- In the changing room, aye he's no good I guess he never shoulda, woulda, coulda, Aye f*cking good. No chance it's true, I shipwrecked your crew And leave them stranded, Abandoned your band or group. Hello again, see I'm feeling refreshed Like my net page froze and I just clicked to get Another chance, another shot, like the c*nt aint dead I'm a f*cking zombie, you aint aiming for the head Yeah I've done this for a few years I made a little music and I let you all hear I tried to do my best but at times I was slipping Too caught up with a life not living Listen, I'm sorry but I'm back I know it don't give any others a chance I won’t loose it, this right here, Is another fresh start, let it rot, mold I am always running on these tracks Give rappers a head start But never willing to part with a bit-part, in fact A bit is just jack, on my jack-jones lonesome Rather take the map with a mismatched flow then Mister do the math you will see who delivers it When looking inconspicuous with lyrics to diminish pricks An idiot, aye, I agree with what you’re saying to it The sentiment is true but you can't do what I do I'm insane with it, playing with it, letting off steam Letting out a bit of anger, yeah I'm letting on me Second or three you can be, but never getting the one You see a won dumb dumb just check what I've done c*nt I had fun now I get funds for my substance And f*ck if you've done this, I'm taking the c*nt with Anything I do, don't confuse it with dumb sh*t Jokes on you (you missed out) the purpose Yeah I've done this for a few years I made a little music and I let you all hear I tried to do my best but at times I was slipping Too caught up with a life not living Listen, I'm sorry but I'm back I know it don't give any others a chance I wont loose it, this right here, Is another fresh start, let it rot, mold
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His name's Werd, also Mr. Steinberg Split personality, heard he hears voices, Heard he had choices, nerves got him poised with Another chance to make it and get it out my mind err Wait a sec, stop. I don't like the world (nah) I want off, I'd rather create my own interpretation, illusion A new plain of sight focus not constantly loosing Who's in? Want to come join in my ways And make way for, a day in day out on reply Of beers, ecstasy, with weed next to me, Sea bass roll a fatty, pass the buckie my way, We're on this, with a slight toke, Cross lines like a tight rope, mind is a sh*te joke, That only I get, But f*ck we're bright folk, not acting un-like though's That's really pushing music so choose to invest, (So) If I die mid-sentence, That's ok, I'm in two dimensions, Well, maybe 3 with the sound waves, Frequency creates me, unfounded [x2] An Auld Reekie resident who's petulant with spits, On this I'm a menace, I'm wrecking what never was Nothing lost, nothing gained, see the clock just ticks, And f*ck a mundane life, it will never be with this, Hip-hop sh*t, but all I do is rap Some say I don't live it, but lyrics are all of that, Fall back, I've never ever called c*nts whack, Always helped and supported, Not expecting it back (nah), I understand the reason be, MPC to mp3 It's doing what you please, If we all act the same, insane I would be It's diversity on verses that's unlocking a key (What?) Yeah, unlocking a key, Cause the key is always hidden, beat ridden, adore see, Ajar thoughts smash the jar of thoughts I be, At one with ones self, Went plan A to Z, (So) If I die mid-sentence, That's ok, I'm in two dimensions, Well, maybe 3 with the sound waves, Frequency creates me, unfounded [x2] Why do I do this? I make no excuses I'm useless, really need 2 try improve its Harder each day paving way for the new kids Don't let them take my place, nah, bullshit, Who spits, flicks his tongue for your amusement Is one dumb c*nt for thinking you'd be stupid Not to check this, but sh*t, that's a nonsense You never even knew Scots wanted to prove it’s Not dead, so my deed, is to deid this, Mic, let them see its, right and I believe it Question what you will, but my will can't be questioned Every single sentence is like a life sentence Behind bars, I can change misconceptions Expect a little lesson in terms of who mentioned Benson's try n hold back is perplexing Don't you know I'm doing it for you, its testing (So) If I die mid-sentence, That's ok, I'm in two dimensions, Well, maybe 3 with the sound waves, Frequency creates me, unfounded [x2] Ok a got another verse, welcome to this other earth Nothing left, this is Werd, baby am f*cking mess Help me out, scream n shout, let me know you all about Repping S.O.S. cause we lost and I said, once Upon a time, situation might of been mine But too much wine made Devine, go n change up his mind It made makers of great shaped intelligent rhymes Turn & misplace faith in a basin of sh*te, That is mainstream, that am swimming against Check this EP, it doesn't even make an attempt How u gonna slag me? You’re a slag ye ken, Cause you just f*ck about, don't even pretend That you’re in it for the long run, go and jog on I've done marathon's, lapping them, on every song Notice I said song, you do tracks, Cause I make a song, and you just rap.
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[Werd] When it's said and done I just watch setting sun As it falls from the sky and the daylight turns Shuns the blissful burn, into darkness plunge, Comes the real sight of city gritty busy and tongues Wag, ti talk on, thoughts of, people and place See this Auld Reekie air I can barely just taste A sense of Tristan, wishful thinking I know But there's 2 sides to all you see, though one shows On the outside, I slide, out of my place To amaze in a maze of life, my first take Scene 1, let the camera roll and let go I don't follow a script, less its one that I wrote (I hope) you know me a little better Trend setter, no vendetta, just like lifting letters Letting words take shape, letting Werd take shape Letting out my thoughts with the music I make Ok, It's my outro song, But, I wont be out for long, Nah, because this is fate, And no other rapper going to take my place Yeah, It's my outro song, But, I will still go strong, You know, I'll do what it takes, Sacrifice my life for the moves I make If you don't get the concept, don't see the point It don't matter the rapper was only wanting your ear Be clear, like Acme, I'm no cartoon I take real shots, blow up the spot, so f*ck you S.O.S. it's just something I do A whole EP in metaphor, so really its two I take cuts from a scene I seen and make moves Acting animated, aye am hated, f*ck it am through I'm not beefing, I see geek c*nts steaming Starting fights we finish, they forgetting the reason We stand tall isn't all just up to the rap, It's the fact we real, plus would give them a slap, Actors, nah, not needed in this one Recording little vocals over base and a kick drum, Slick tongue spits call it quits if you bitch son, I'm staying right here, no idea what I've become Ok, It's my outro song, But, I wont be out for long, Nah, because this is fate, And no other rapper going to take my place Yeah, It's my outro song, But, I will still go strong, You know, I'll do what it takes, Sacrifice my life for the moves I make You ever think sometimes, that they just don't get you? Or maybe I didn't show enough to let you, Maybe I don't know how my image can get through, Or maybe they frustrated cause it did and upset you, Het-two, this March release is stressful, But in general terms, I was stationed in med school I had to work it out, get healthy, impress you Medicine is music influenced when I met you, (Ha) That means I respect you, And might of never done it, or flung it, or who knows Maybe flows could of swapped with some keyboard notes, Or maybe playing a guitar would of float your boat, But who knows? See I'm not that creative It took a long time for me to learn the basics It took even longer to get out the dirt, No skill or luck (nah) just hard work. Ok, It's my outro song, But, I wont be out for long, Nah, because this is fate, And no other rapper going to take my place Yeah, It's my outro song, But, I will still go strong, You know, I'll do what it takes, Sacrifice my life for the moves I make Yeah, Strait Jacket EP Entirely recorded by me, S.O.S. Shout out Deeko, Wardie, Butler (Han CMC) Conscious Route, Sinna, Riddlah, Madhat, Mog and Z.A. And everyone on the beats, peace

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Released on 13th March 2013, ‘Strait Jacket’ is the new concept EP from Edinburgh’s Werd (SOS). Taking a trip through a surreal world, and one that mirrors his own, these six tracks have been used as a tool to reflect. Obscure, unusual, but typically personal, this is what happens when you combine quotes from a fairly average animated film, with the strangely arrogant-self loathing of a Scottish rapper.

'Strait Jacket is set an alternate history where magic was proven to exist in the year 1899. The use of sorcery spread throughout all facets of society and changed the social and technological development of the world. The location is Tristan, an urban metropolis.

Due to an invisible contaminant called the ‘malediction’, or simply the ‘curse’, people who use magic too often are in danger of transforming into horrific, malevolent abominations of nature, completely immune to ordinary weapons and commonly referred to as ‘Demons’. Agents wear a suit of armor which resists the negative transforming effects of magic. These suits are referred to as ‘mold’ armor, or more commonly a ‘strait jacket’, due to the fact they constrain human beings in their natural form.'

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released March 13, 2013

Written / Recorded by Werd (SOS) aka Drew Devine at 'Sons of Scotland' studio based in Edinburgh. Beat Production from DJ Anemate, Scant Squad, DJ Sokol, Sea Bass, David Ross and Toni Smoke. Song illustrations by Yō Fujishiro taken from light novel series by Ichirō Sakaki. Not for sale or re-sale. Free Download.

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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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