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Kheeky Kunt EP

by Werd (SOS)

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1.
(Clears throat) I don't know... Me, If you know what I mean, Just leave me be, I don't do this, Uh, I'm a little fickle, spit it a little bit Singing it and I'm winging it, till trickle to lyricist I'm a piggy in the middle when comes to the digits it's Ridiculous, you picture this, rap like businesses I jack beats, it's a rare I sell speech I stole this off Nunny and hacked his PC Got, in his emails and sent it to me So it seems it was free, at least legally Hey, of course I'm only kidding I'm naked on a golf course mushroom picking I'm wavy on the WAV forms Rain when I brainstorm know where I hail from Edinburgh living I'm free I left the scene Well I left aw the Facebook shite emcees What a shit-show, a shadow, of what could be All the cheap beef please, yer hip-hop's McD's I don't know about you, but I know about me So judgements are off, if you know what I mean You wanna criticise please, least leave me be I don't do this for you - not a breath I breath I don't know about you, but I know about me So judgements are off, if you know what I mean You wanna criticise please, least leave me be I don't do this for you in any breath I breath Yo, Little Parappa the Rappers Often come up with banter Acting larger like they equal this caliber They've no stamina, they Stan on this patter but These challengers, they canny cut the captain of canny words I'm the emcee that emcees stream I'm the envy of every that pretend to be I will end ye, if meant to, or feel quite keen But I tend to, sit back n let them be I'm free, I left the scene See The Hip-Hop House was the last degree Now I've went full circle and back to me Just Werd n Deek Like how first on beat Yeah, It's the one n only, jabron'y Gonna moan in story about the music bores me And if anyone's offended, you've accepted it's you I didn't say if it fits, I just gave you the shoe I don't know about you, but I know about me So judgements are off, if you know what I mean You wanna criticise please, least leave me be I don't do this for you - not a breath I breath I don't know about you, but I know about me So judgements are off, if you know what I mean You wanna criticise please, least leave me be I don't do this for you in any breath I breath Yo, I really don't like my life But like you a lot less, so I stay on mic I'm no fan of the music, it's why I write To try and counter balance these inadequate rhymes Yeah, unimaginative, inarticulate Grime emcees always have the same flow and shit The whole point in rap is to show own showmanship Experiment and be yourself But no, you only follow shit It's so hollow, so sleepy hollow I take the heads off, those that borrow Ghost, ghost, It's so hollow, so sleepy hollow Ghost, ghost, I see through you Put a fucking pin in that shit like voodoo I don't know about you, but I know about me So judgements are off, if you know what I mean You wanna criticise please, least leave me be I don't do this for you - not a breath I breath I don't know about you, but I know about me So judgements are off, if you know what I mean You wanna criticise please, least leave me be I don't do this for you in any breath I breath (Vocal scratching noises)
2.
I don't ask for a lot (ask for a lot) Nor know what I want (what I want) I've no iPhone watch (iPhone watch) But I still make songs Okay I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs Yo, Some rappers would push their own granny Off a bus for a Grammy Or some chucky for some Charlie Addicted to the swally and celebrity parties Will never will accept themselves, and be happy Need to advert, yer eyes from the adverts The photo-shopped lies from some marketing exec's They're targeting experts, attacking perspective So you lose self-respect and follow directives Buy this, buy that, Getting by on a fart It smell's funky; all our money is taxed And going paperless cash Will only tighten the gap And take money from the streets into a fat-cat's lap Hey, rap material - material objects Object to the serial barcode on projects I gave it free, never focused on pockets They always stayed empty - At least I'm honest I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs Money can't buy happiness, but bet that it helps I put money on a horse, on the course, and it fell I put a line on the football; 'Come on the Celts' But the ref's a pure Hun, so lost it as well (ha) I don't brag, well, really I can't Overdraft in the bank and my credit has tanked Scottish Gas sending letters like; pay on demand Pass it on to debt collectors, are you kidding me man? Get ignored like a TV licence People at the door then I'll just stay quiet I'll sit in silence, and if they try it I'll just explain; all my streams are pirate Aye (Arrg) I patch it Repeat like a captain's parrot Patch it Captions to catch this tyrant Lyrically advised to calm it But that ship's sailed Titanic I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs Huh, I could be a better version of me Says a man on TV, as he's selling me dreams Now I don't really need it, but you got to agree That's a pretty cool hover, it comes with four speeds (Wow) Maybe I'll Just Eat, not cook it myself I'll make a guy on a bike come carry my meal See a lot of adverts, all start to appeal Like 'Hot single girls in your neighbourhood' for real? Damn pop-up's on HesGoal Why's it this hard to watch free football? There's five Scottish games on this afternoon But Sky Sports is only showing English League Two Aw, typical, I feel invisible Maybe they could sell myself some appearing gel Maybe feel better throwing pennies in a wishing-well Oh TV, please tell me how I really feel? I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs I don't ask for a lot Nor know what I want I've no iPhone watch or a Porsche on the lawn I've no even got a garden, Is character wrong? I've no plans to sell out - I don't sell many songs Nah
3.
Yass, SOS, Listen... I struggle on a beat that's as happy as this I've no uplifting shit to compliment it with I'm depressed, vexed, son an empress I just can't live up to nothing my ma expects Yes, There's a party going on But I'm sitting next door just staring at my phone I'm better on my own My heart is fucking gone I hope you can't relate and it's only my song Oh no, woe is me I ain't got no doe Just the doe ray me Fa so la tee Them melodies From a wee Scottish emcee and honestly I had cut this, now I'm back with no purpose My back catalogue looks worthless, judged it Purged it, get it to fuck it's Now not who I am - Now who am I? I don't know Let's explore I, know, some things about myself But I still question who I am And I still strain my mental health Going through a bad one And they say 'hang on' But for how long? I'm just asking Will this sadness ever mend? As if you care I'll take pain and I'll put it in song Share all my thoughts and feelings when I'm sitting alone Yes, I aware, that I'm doing it wrong But the therapist was shit and it cost a bomb Oh well, Just have to accept myself It's unjust that myself, just upsets myself Hell, I guess I'll write more to see what other thoughts dwell Then listen to it back to pick apart where I fell Tell, a lot of tales Head's flipped the other way Werd's always real Never lied on a single page Heard a lot of rumours But there always is, constantly Concentrate on rap Pure Chucky to this child's play (All day) SOS put the call, mate Funny it became a little something more than rap names Something at the core, like something to explore To find one feeling, one meaning to endure I, know, some things about myself But I still question who I am And I still strain my mental health Going through a bad one And they say 'hang on' But for how long? I'm just asking Will this sadness ever mend? I know your there
4.
Duck Soup 03:03
You expecting somebody? Yo, okay Fuck the UK Fuck the Tories Fuck sake mate it's the same auld story Same shite Government we never voted BREXIT, Exit , c--ts control me If only, in 14' we got Indy We'd be watching and laughing, shame it isny The currency crashed Right-wing got busy And Union Jack flags went on haggis and whisky Shit, won't be happy till they kilt the culture Put kilts on the burner, I'm tyre'd, punctured Societies under, the thumb of others We're plundered unloved and under covered On BBC and the I.T.V. On repeat we see dick-head MP's Big expense claiming With the offshore savings And corrupt money making They just do as they please Hail Hail, Freedonia Land of the brave, and, free Hail Hail, Freedonia Land of the brave. and. free Yo, ken what's comedy? To have a monarchy In this day and age, in place, is honestly A mockery, horribly expensive property Derogatory, to even exist is robbery We pay tax - you live like that? We pay tax - for yer diamond hat? You fly flags - that Union Jack So stained in blood of lands you ransacked Fuck the Queen - Royals fuck kids Fuck food banks - let's eat the rich We own the water, you drink and fish And on our own - you'd fall to bits UK, are you okay? Britain, mate - who said yer great? Kids starving in this racist place The standard of living is a fucking state Hail Hail, Freedonia Land of the brave, and, free Hail Hail, Freedonia Land of the brave. and. free I'm angry, Don't know how you can't be Sewage in your rivers and they raise your taxes No petrol, got food-bank-families Only solution is to 'call in the army' Gonna ban me? with online laws? Make protest illegal cause it highlights flaws? Don't invest in healthcare, invest in war Yeah, police protect people, but not them all Bull-dug shit, money the subject Climate change got the bank's all bursting Market's flooded, the Earth is hurting But maybe we can pay the sun not to burn us Ha, maybe I talk crap in bars And MP's really need these fast cars Maybe Elon Musk must go to Mars Maybe Andrew Marr's feeling really sad Hail Hail, Freedonia Land of the brave, and, free Hail Hail, Freedonia Land of the brave. and. free Well, that covers a lot of ground. Say, you cover a lot of ground yourself. You better beat it - I hear they're going to tear you down and put up an office building where you're standing. You can leave in a taxi. If you can't get a taxi, you can leave in a huff. If that's too soon, you can leave in a minute and a huff. You know, you haven't stopped talking since I came here? You must have been vaccinated with a phonograph needle
5.
[Riddlah] What would you like me to say That everything's going to be okay? I don't want to tell you a lie By saying everything is alright Everything is alright But everything is not alright Everything is not alright Everything is not alright [Werd] Obnoxious, but that's honest Drop a bomb on the track like I.D.F. forces Rocking the land like a rocket launches In Gaza to kill some kid's the choice is Speak up, or keep shut, the media fear us When you don't fear them, the games up So Jesus, let's put down the paintbrush They coloured in the world and we bought the t-shirt Take a dove, paint it black, make it unloved Snap the olive branch and give it back to wee cunt Now it knows human touch and how we judge Next steal the nest, sell it back or fuck it up Man, the earth is so fucked up Salt in the dirt made us all not grow up Not evolve, not at all, we all stalled All crawl, all toil, coil, I am fed up Could be a hero my halo is gone I'll end up a zero on same old songs Here is my ego was once so strong So long to this life on the mic re-born I could be a hero my halo is gone I'll end up a zero on same old songs Here is my ego was once so strong Now here lies the end of my poem, gone [Riddlah] If you stand up The police say; stand back Put your hands up, who do you think that you are To have an opinion The 1% are the only people winning We're living in strange times Some of this shit just don't seem right But some of these people just looking for a fight Because the media is busy controlling their minds We just want to break free Try all you want, but you can't break me Please don't hate me All I've done is speak truth lately The world has lost the plot And dropped a lot of bombs I've talked a lot and rocked a lot of songs Not forgot that what was taught was wrong But we've made our bed Until we're dead and gone [Werd] Could be a hero my halo is gone I'll end up a zero on same old songs Here is my ego was once so strong So long to this life on the mic re-born I could be a hero my halo is gone I'll end up a zero on same old songs Here is my ego was once so strong Now here lies the end of my poem, gone Life will, leave behind the nicest Knives kill here but so does kindness Those with heart need to hide inside it Because in these times they've sidelined politeness In this climate, you've got to be mad Gotta be offended, got to be raj Or got to pretended to when life is bad Cause an empath now is the hardest task Fall back, yeah we keep in-line Send a tweet online, with you're piece of mind But they police online, so please be nice You don't want to end up in a cell tonight Put back on you're halo You best just act the angel Online trolls on payroll But how about we do that in stereo? Could be a hero my halo is gone I'll end up a zero on same old songs Here is my ego was once so strong So long to this life on the mic re-born I could be a hero my halo is gone I'll end up a zero on same old songs Here is my ego was once so strong Now here lies the end of my poem, gone

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released December 12, 2021

All tracks written and recorded by Drew Devine at Sons of Scotland studio, Edinburgh. Beat Production from Nunny Boy (Voldo). Mixed and Mastered by Drew Devine aka Werd. All rights reserved.

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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@hiphop.scot

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