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Untitled Scot

by Werd (SOS)

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humbledumpling Beyond the initial novelty appeal of a Scottish rapper, you'll find in Werd a powerful and accomplished wordsmith with bangin' beats. Favorite track: Platform ft Conscious Route & Nity Gritz.
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Euan Sked SICK debut album from Werd. Platform is an absolute hands down stand up track for me. So good! Favorite track: Platform ft Conscious Route & Nity Gritz.
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1.
Find My-Sell 03:40
[sample] You must speak... I cant. You must, Its our only hope [Werd] Yes, S.O.S. Werd Mate, Untitled Scot, you don't know This album has no set style (style) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album is no set style (nah) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album no set style (style) Just me trying to find myself (my sale) Yeah, trying to find myself (my sell) Yeah, I'm trying to find my sale Look, I've been rapping a while I wouldn't recommend it its harder to smile If I said I'm happy, ad be in denial I feel so low so my solo style is This, a mix of my tricks Few bars up my sleeve and some spits I can give Choose this over life, love, work and admit That I'm no better off from the first time I writ Shit, you don't know how I feel Joint from the tray and a microwave meal Watch TV, make a tune, no deal Sleep, wake up, yeah same old spiel This album has no set style (style) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album is no set style (nah) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album no set style (style) Just me trying to find myself (my sale) Yeah, trying to find myself (my sell) Yeah, I'm trying to find my sale Listen, I've been doing this a long time Even though I'm unsigned find time to burn mine Invest in this mess and I stress cause I cant wind Back that clock just to stop now I can't, fine Rhyme for another tune Searching inside for a sign I aint understood Why in my life I spite all what others choose Even when I chose to be alone with a joint and brew Never joining crews (nah) start my own Writing down my lyrics, I start to grow I see what's inside my mind and it shows I'm just they think, so here's me exposed This album has no set style (style) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album is no set style (nah) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album no set style (style) Just me trying to find myself (my sale) Yeah, trying to find myself (my sell) Yeah, I'm trying to find my sale Yo, I'll be here tomorrow S.O.S. that's me never followed One emcee, scene here, so hollow Swallow you're pride I reside with a bottle of Buckfast And will never make a fast buck You want to blow but truth is rap sucks You get left if you writing the right stuff It aint right but its wrong just to give up So, I wont change for the mainstream (nah) Plan to change what is mainstream (yeah) Can't say that's my main dream You can keep the fame, I'll go un-seen This album has no set style (style) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album is no set style (nah) Its just me trying to find myself (my sell) This album no set style (style) Just me trying to find myself (my sale) Yeah, trying to find myself (my sell) Yeah, I'm trying to find my sale
2.
SOS All Day 03:40
[Werd] Check, S.O.S. Yes (Auld Reekie) In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my repertoire Wrecking hard beats with my speech and etcetera Going over net I impress like I'm Federer Cheeky little ética I 'kilt' like the dressing (ah) Dead emcees through lead I breath I could ghost-write for ghosts put them under my sheets Of written lyrics see my spirits as they start to deplete As the whiskeys almost finished while I write to this beat Speak, If I'm given half the chance If I have to put my chips in and call it red or black It'll probably hit the zero but I fight over that You see I always seem to win and I don't even answer back In the long run, it's a marathon of tracks Take a step at a time if you cant be divine, just relax And go and find you're own path This Scottish rap, I'm sorry mate I own that (S.O.S) It's the Sons of Scotland Shout 'S.O.S' when I'm done talking (S.O.S) We got it on lock ken So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2] An Auld Reekie rapper killing all you're geeky patter We can a cheeky little pagger rather scrap the drama I'm a walking target for these little Swagger-Jagga Waka-flame type bastards known the name right rappers (S.O.S) We the best on the map mate Wiping our feet on you're welcome like a mat take One step back you jokes with a catchphrase Knock knock, who's there? not me, my name rings a bell (bring bring) Cause you're boy speaks crack But boy with a 'H' and in Scotland it's smack Stay intact or attack you get pinned to the wall Like a tack picture that, get a bat have a ball With my whole team, award winning no smoke-screen Less its the dope smoke roached with my home green Has-been's some rappers they got burnt out Flicked like my joint's so class 'A' with no come-down (S.O.S) It's the Sons of Scotland Shout 'S.O.S' when I'm done talking (S.O.S) We got it on lock ken So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2] I'm Edinburgh city's witty gritty sick cunt you getting sick eh Little lippy for the silly little kiddies And their pretty little spits with mates acting like groupies Hip-hop aint for you get the fuck back to Uni With you're bag-pack rap all you're chat like that It got me thinking then inking out bad man track Happy slap cats whack via sound of the jack You lack facts, track back, you ever been that Much of anything, anyway, everyday am better wae Flipping on melody so heavily am telling ye Remember me, I'm a fucking legend in the scene If you disagree, you sleeping, you aint keeping with the team S.O.S. we the best, tell the rest, just to rest We just write, you get left, we the set to inspect See we set for success, set trends and invest In the art from the heart, no impressed with the next (S.O.S) It's the Sons of Scotland Shout 'S.O.S' when I'm done talking (S.O.S) We got it on lock ken So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2]
3.
Heart Inside 03:02
[Werd] Time is of the essence so I'm blessing every second And my weapon is my pen in dire need of session So I give it some attention and the tension I was stressing Seems to vanish, and I thank you for the lessons life But this mic it might make a slight change Misplaced faith in fate will get you no name Mistake work for luck, have you no brains Sit back and think about that up in you're old age (ha) And I aint saying I ever made doe But you geeks acting like Al Pachi-no Stop lying ya bam With you're comical acts you should be playing at The Stand (stand up) nah you can sit down Shut up son, you're about as hot as the moon So jotting on the paper it should be understood You're under me, underground and under my foot (defeat) Used the brain, used the heart this time With each beat you can tell that I'm Trying in vain, with all of my rhymes But that's fine I put my heart inside [x2] Feeling all depressive, like my sentences pathetic Either feel it or respect it all I ask is you accept it See my accent retrospective of the city I'm connected My perspective and objective's are selective yet extensive but I'm defensive yet defenseless in this presence And in dire need of reasons to keep keeping with the present Comprehensive, yes my pen is, but its harder when I pen it When the others half's reflected and it's hardly isometric From the Werd side, Drew back to the full tide Washed out thoughts in a wave in a sound bite Some like, some hate but it's alright Motivation takes many forms in my dull life Does life, consist of what we make it? And if so, is it confined to no other basis If I hold myself back why do I waste it? I'll just speak from the heart, its all I got Used the brain, used the heart this time With each beat you can tell that I'm Trying in vain, with all of my rhymes But that's fine I put my heart inside [x4]
4.
[Werd] Ok I'm back it is me you want to listen to Underground rapper with awards in his living room Skipping to a real hot beat with a spit or two Listen you, this is new, its Scotland's speech Its getting through, putting crews, right on their ass man They just lying like there Azlan Damn can, I just kick it? Yeah I can-can Sipping on a can while I'm ripping on the fan-dans (Calm fam) Nah man, I've no time for the nonsense Cheap little gimmicks or a whole lack of content Hold back constant, take things and cross them Out, because I shouldn't talk about what my thoughts bring But this time I'm addictive as white lines To those that nose if you know I'm quite kind I'm like nice. one of a kind if it is on mic's I'm kind of like the opposite of that in real life [Cuts from DJ Uturn] [Wardie Burns] Punch line raps dead (no it's no) resuscitate (breath) Bring it back to life (ha) you'll be lucky mate Calling on the ambulance, I'll save you I can manage this Can't save yourself, because you don't know where the manual is Raj-manina devil, I grab you're cranium levels I'm getting blood out a stone, I'll stab the stain out a pebble Fuck myself to boiling point I'll shag my name out a kettle The rebel take it to the level where my name is in medals See I'm the prize you can win, I set their eyes in a spin Drooling at my feet they drop saliva-at my shin Eat you're IQ for breakfast and cook a Steven Fry-up And tie up the damn guy because my dictionary lies shut Itching to be Scottish and I call it bonnie rash I'm looking for a woman but they fucking always nash Burning ring of fire and I'm in you're mummy's ass She gave me money for some condoms, now that's real Johnny Cash [Cuts from DJ Uturn] [Werd] I'm right back, my rhymes crack, like bad backs Mad Max teaching all these kids in this matrix Face facts, writing every letter like its anthrax Keeping a note, keep it down, like its Anne Frank's Damn man all these bands full of damn camp bam's Putting jams on their Band-camp, I'm Trying to ban whack Stan's, from this land I stand So my plan is to do it, and do what you can't And I can damn spit it, no man can kick it Like I can-can't stand all you're bland crammed lyrics And my fam damn did it, done rip it every minute Never quit it, come with it, even night, son kill it Run with it [Cuts from DJ Uturn]
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[Sample] And I'm here to tell you this boy's soul is intact He wont sell anybody out, its non negotiable You know how I know? (Because we don't want to hear that weak shit no more) [Werd] Is this Hip-Hop? spitting out a sentence, Though I don't follow trends or the dress sense. Am I Hip-Hop? I don't feel it, Just feel what I feel and I'm real it's, Hip-Hop (hip-hop) Its in my presence, so I don't need trends or the dress sense I am Hip-Hop, and you feel this, S.O.S. the people going to hear this I'm a hip-hop-aholic, got on it and never off it Since a crossed it, I was talking it, said I'd aim for the top of it Said I would never let up, though fed up I carried on with it I held my head up high, no I was never prosperous Honest its just me making my mark Getting recognised now, well I guess its a start Guess you have to take shit when your raised in these parts Take the mic, M.I.C. and I rip it apart, R.I.P. [Sample] I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm going to follow [Werd] And I just follow my heart, If its hip-hop, I just follow the art Take that apart get right to the core Write real deep, then write some more Cause I feel mainstream seems like a bore I tell them (We don't wanna hear that fake shit no more) Is this Hip-Hop? spitting out a sentence, Though I don't follow trends or the dress sense. Am I Hip-Hop? I don't feel it, Just feel what I feel and I'm real it's, Hip-Hop (hip-hop) Its in my presence, so I don't need trends or the dress sense I am Hip-Hop, and you feel this, S.O.S. the people going to hear this [Sample] Now I'm just getting warmed up [Werd] Yeah, and I'd rather be chav than a hip-hop head I don't wear a cap, talk black, instead, Call me a ned, is it getting through? My whole life don't follow what I listen too And I just follow my heart, If its hip-hop, I just follow the art I got one PC, one mic and a mic stand Padding on the walls in a booth where I might stand One emcee with a pad I just write jams Son can't be nothing else get it right bam Might tan, one more bottle then I'm hyped I'm Never calling quits I just spit and I'm fighting Like I'm Tyson, speaking real nice man Give me your ear, listen clear it's a flight plan So I'm a try this, this my pilot First episode written high with a fly script Buy this, because I can see it in my iris Third eye sees all the dreams I will die with Why's this? That the wisest demise Those eyes on the prize I will never reach the sky, sigh Underground's what we got, So I guess in the end I am hip-hop (And I have seen) SOS, Untitled Scot Nasty P, Werd, I just follow my heart I just follow the art (I just follow the art) I just follow my heart (ha) Hip-hop I just follow the art Is it hip-hop? Am I hip-hop?
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[Werd] Woke up one day, Said I don't want to play by your rules no more, This school and law, I see the flaws, No fools because, we noticed (yeah) we lost focus [x2] Now am far from a profit in both kind of senses Not saying fact so a don't need corrected Just saying that that's in my perspective And speaking for those that may feel neglected like me, see its likely, they don't like me As tourists walk around and they site-see Don't want to see me, no not slightly Rather see an image of place that might be Censor, my views and my lifestyle Followed by many in a life not worthwhile Turmoil, for miles, its just vile Paint the exterior and place on a dud smile Yet we cry underneath Raised in system the narrows belief That we can achieve, that maybe we'd be A little something more than a statistics you see Woke up one day, Said I don't want to play by your rules no more, This school and law, I see the flaws, No fools because, we noticed (yeah) we lost focus [x2] [Deeko] Uh, It's like I couldn't escape, See I was trapped in a box, like Houdini, Showed them light then got out of that lamp, Like a genie Us, being the tellers of our own paths But when the pen reaches the end of the line down want to go back Music didn't show that, people listening like our phones tapped Request lines, replay them and go back to the start They felt a connection like in a slow dance But now they no longer capture our moments like Kodak Forced me to a breaking point, wont snap When the reception becomes deceptive from the fans No it wont last, I hope that, other rappers will learn the rules, Like holidays and school, these fools, will have to come to terms Maybe we lost focus, maybe my hearts broken, The pain's showing trying to get back to the forefront Or maybe I don't want to be famous, The mainstream wont dilute the brushstrokes of paintbrushes that I paint with [Werd] Woke up one day, Said I don't want to play by your rules no more, This school and law, I see the flaws, No fools because, we noticed (yeah) we lost focus [x2] Views hangover Britain, we were drunk on news We hand over tax to some man in a suit Its misleading (yeah) we aint even (nah) You get fucked if work, if you don't or you wont, Then a cant hate you, that's the system we got, With no purpose, they say fuck us
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[Werd] I hate this, So this is my life, I guess [Sample] My motivation is depression and the urge to change My written words contain, an outlet for pain I held inside, confined, in this worthless maze Now my pen bleeds ink to express on page Hey, is like 'where did ma youth go?' I wasted most of that, in a booth with a puke flow I moved around loads through flats in a loophole And never found myself (nah) I'm surrounded with people yet I feel so lonely If only, I held one person closely Enough, to trust, to talk to solely I wouldn't need drink and these drugs to hold me (Up) that's why a feel so shite Live in fear; shed a tear in the dead of the night People always going to hate and judge on what I write I guess a suicide note would be all that they'd like, its like [Sample] Why do I still do it, try and move it to loose it And while am at loose my mind, though its mine to abuse it Its no crime spitting fluid, but they stopping the flow, damn, But I ain't stopping for no man I know man, that life's as cold as an old man Who hates everything because he wasted his whole damn Life with the tripe and the fight for his own calm But life's not nice when you’re following no plan Or gave up, but look at things I’ve gave up My whole social life is a mic in mates clubs My graves up, what more can be said Lay a flower on it now because I'm already dead It’s like [Sample] How would you feel spending your time, Focused on rhymes as your love life's falling behind Getting chucked out your house as a teen to find Your own feet in this gritty cold city we reside And is it fine, being addicted to wine And weed smokes the only thing that can calm your mind When petty crime takes the time like right off of school So now your backpack contains stolen goods and a tool (Cool) I'm the youth of today Lead astray with the pencil lead leading the way And this page is still my best opportunity So now lets see what few awkward tunes can do And it will be my release, You can see the real me as I explain on beats Not the punch-line chat, nah, I go beneath Because I'm going out my mind, peace [Sample]
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[Werd] I can't be no Romeo (nah) I'm no Romeo I said I can't be no Romeo, can’t be your Romeo (I can’t be) I'm no Romeo, I'm no Romeo Can’t be no Romeo (I can’t be) no Romeo Let’s pretend that the set is Verona When we fell in love when I held the microphone I, sang out a song from the street right below you As she looked out on the sight of a loner I told her, I sang through a maze of my speech With the words floating off in the night sky's breeze Thou-out thy life (without out) I can't be Cry a puddle from the struggle but the tussle carries me I'd send you a rose but I'm pierced from the thorn Start bleeding from my heart to be conveyed in a song Through the night till the dawn I will fight on and on And on, and on (and on, and on) Long, as I know that there's a chance I can't walk away from this classic romance But different backgrounds from our fam means I'm pushing it But I fell in love with this modern day Juliet I can't be no Romeo (nah) I'm no Romeo I said I can't be no Romeo, can’t be your Romeo (I can’t be) I'm no Romeo, I'm no Romeo Can’t be no Romeo (I can’t be) no Romeo [Mog] Somewhere between hello and goodbye I put my foot in it It always starts so well then I manage to go and ruin it Brushed aside for redefining love and rock n roll But is it such a crime to this My pride for something warm to hold? Bladed wrist band, no fame can cure this man Unfortunately I can't write my way out of this one We seek addiction and we chuckle at authority We cook up fiction and we sprinkle it with honesty So these memories haunting me are they being fair? Did I really act so thoughtless was I even there? Goodbye's the nicest thing I ever said to you Even if I said it premature and very hastily Murder was the case for me Loving wasn't made for me A brutal truth that I discovered when I tasted you If you’re lonely though we can do the dosey doe I can be your dance partner but I can't be your Romeo [Werd] I can't be no Romeo (nah) I'm no Romeo I said I can't be no Romeo, can’t be your Romeo (I can’t be) I'm no Romeo, I'm no Romeo Can’t be no Romeo (I can’t be) no Romeo [x2] A poet or a writer will never feel the impact Only recollect to the time when he writ that As an author expressed through rhyme He can never go back and hear it the first time [x2]
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Shout Shout 02:31
[Werd] Shout shout, don’t leave a doubt Smash up the place and throw things about You won’t change a thing by doing that Rant rave pull out your hair Turn on the tears I still won’t care You don’t move me an inch when you do that Yo I don’t have a girl I know if I did She couldn't put up with the way that I live If I don’t spit I smoke and I sip That’s all that is, my music is my life Its like, my mistress kids and wife Never acting right we always fight We’re always in a mess We stress, confess, we mask it with a smile She could kick off anytime, we’re just fine, that’s denial In the long run, we’re just battling through A few stages in some phases like mazes with moods So go crazy rip stages, we just misunderstood And been many places lately through this fighting we do But if others choose you and I don’t like their patter I've no manners I will tell them right now it don’t matter When you’re hyped on that shite and you’re acting all hyper I just sit back and write, I don’t care for the drama Shout shout, don’t leave a doubt Smash up the place and throw things about You won’t change a thing by doing that Rant rave pull out your hair Turn on the tears I still won’t care You don’t move me an inch when you do that By now you might call it quits Is it worth it all the shit we did? I can’t relate to relationships See that’s what gives when the music is, My life, no nice, I’m sitting in my flat Watching mice just run about coming from the cracks Looking for a little scrap, little reason to be feared Too clever for the traps, guess I got that feeling here So my idea, would be to stay in my place Or change for their taste, or see, other Cultures intertwine through the rhymes in numbers When a global rap trend gets pushed out further Shout shout, don’t leave a doubt Smash up the place and throw things about You won’t change a thing by doing that Rant rave pull out your hair Turn on the tears I still won’t care You don’t move me an inch when you do that [x2]
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[Sample] What I fool I am Everything free our minds I can't believe I've been replaced [Werd] Nah syke, aint replacing us We done ripped that repped that Edinburgh See this is what happens when the best occurs And new cunts come up trying to test the buzz See new emcees, what are you doing with it? Honestly, I think you’re away with it Don’t understand what you claim when you’re saying it Your tunes aint a game, I’m aint playing it (Nah) Who the fuck, going to test their luck Against crews this tough? Get put on the deck like a cruise or the DJ cuts Shut up, you aint built like us You aint built up a scene through years of gigs Years of this, without no peers I give An insight into life of a fearless kid Who believes we’ll achieve when they hearing this (Ha) I don’t think they know (No) They watched us grow (Grow) They thought we were done (Ha) We just begun [Sample] What I fool I am Everything free our minds I can't believe I've been replaced [Riddlah] Listen (listen) I’m Irreplaceable when your the Riddlah anything is takeable I’m breaking you in two and proving everything that we've been doing Pushing music, you just stand there looking stupid Too busy thinking who's the coolest, nah You can’t use excuses, nah Because you can’t replace us, we’re in the foundations with aspirations Go ask your parents, no one supports you, no one's caring So face reality, there doesn’t have to be a casualty I’m not leaving and nobodies going to tax my place So I’m back in the place, I’m a rapper with magical taste Feel quiet good when I’m rapping away And I don’t really care what you happen to say [Madhat McGore] Cunt, Madhat McGore (know what I mean Madhat) S.O.S. (S.O.S) Stonez the Riddlah (Stonez the Riddlah) So I’m what you want to be, don’t talk to me When you get on a mic it’s a mockery You want honestly, I walk away Get on a stage and I rock it mate (haha) Irreplaceable, making my money, don’t wait on no lottery Writing it quality, giving you quantity, Do what I do and I’m keeping the oddity Probably talking allot of monotony Walk and I wobble and possibly haunting you On top, rocking it, wanting it quality Pop in a thought, I jot to the lot of you Big up Werd, repping it constantly (Auld Reekie) We’re doing it properly, repping it hard and we’re doing it consciously Ignoring the shite and the comedy, blazing the broccoli Get into botany, sit with the prodigy telling a prophesy Slaver it sloppily, talk of an odyssey, keeping it Wu-tang, Rocking the Wallabies (cunt) [Sample] What I fool I am Everything free our minds I can't believe I've been replaced
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[Werd] Ha, check, it’s my happy song Sing along, Whistle along First off don’t matter about sales, I might trail, but it shines, snail Some cats look depressed, fail So cheer up dog, wag-wan tail (haha) (Christians) Christian Bale Walk in my scene, and I’ll raise hell And aim for heaven, I've been through as well But I keep here still, gel And I've got some skills, but no Nas It aint hard to tell I got bars, my heads in a jail And in the ocean of thought I set sale Trying to sell this, when their buying fertilizer (Shit) I guess talk is cheap But I can’t be mad when I’m on this beat It’s my whistling song I can’t whistle or I'd whistle along It’s my whistling song I can’t whistle or I'd whistle along like, (Yeah, Whistle along) It’s my whistling song Yeah, just whistle along Listen, Wardie's running the rap thing Madhat down south on that grime thing Riddlah got married mate, that’s a blessing And I’m still here myself, depressing (haha) But I got to laugh a little bit Because it’s all my own doing when it comes to it It’s all I ever damn do got no other shit And when you've came this far, you try and quit You'll see it’s not an option You can’t do it to yourself, or them (Oh God) Sons doing it constant Since teen, with a few sins he's lost in So I just keep talking And hearing then, I smile, often Hearing them, give praise, rewarding And with nothing, still happy, recording It’s my whistling song I can’t whistle or I'd whistle along It’s my whistling song I can’t whistle or I'd whistle along like, (Yeah, Whistle along) It’s my whistling song Yeah, just whistle along Scant Squad (whistle along) Wardie Burns (just whistle along) Perfect Practice (I’m not whistling alone) UVBeatz (we just whistle along) Madhat (just whistle along) Deeko (I’m not whistling alone) Jordan Butler (I’m don’t whistle alone) Z.A. (I can’t whistle or I'd whistle along) Mog and Nity Gritz It’s my whistling song I can’t whistle or I'd whistle along It’s my whistling song I can’t whistle or I'd whistle along like, (Yeah, Whistle along) It’s my whistling song Yeah, just whistle along
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[Werd] Well you can have allot of knowledge You can have allot of knowledge from books But do we know if that’s the truth Or is it just one point of view [Jordan Butler] Aesthetic practices relaxes me perceive a state to elevate I graduate from hate and contemplate my thoughts romantically I touch upon a side of me that people rarely see, or could believe The theories I conceive I born and breath When moments flee I often wonder through the forest But I’m blinded by the trees, self absorbed, touches bring me back I’m kissed from the breeze, Calm and at peace, at least a moments like these When philosophies ease of off subject of me Invert my mind to gaze at inner eye projects obverted And then I battle through perplexities to see the truth and mysteries Hidden from my vision but lingering right in front of me In the dark, my only light, I hold the chain of a unicorn Comfortably secure I’m in the safest of company Though the whisper he's the sinister a figure of heraldry Represented from the Scots and just as ancient as man Symbolic of our oppression always tethered and bound At the summit of heaven on the crest of an English crown Around his neck a sign of souverance, still pressing us down At times I’m deep I further contemplate on life Plus the prospect of time, knowledge long lost, to the sands But till it resonates, just to drop gems in the mind And if you seek then you will find, solace and reflection Through the eye you hold inside (through the eye you hold inside) [Werd] Let’s talks Caledonian from times Babylonian Existed yet restricted information we know within Until English controlling them, our leaders condoning them The Monarch of our nation played it basic with chosen sins That sing to the masses and lock up the truth Put a lion on your arms as you lie to the youth Put Christians in masses and teach them what’s good And put chains on our symbol as it’s misunderstood Should, you want to turn to a soldier And fight for the Windsor, the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha Know that you’re lower and just exist Since the Romans and Germans started landing their ships I’m conscious Pontius Pilate was a Scot But connection of Scotland and Judea was lost When crucifixion brought a new law to our eyes History in disguise [Sample] [Werd] Well you can have allot of knowledge You can have allot of knowledge from books But do we know if that’s the truth Or is it just one point of view
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[Werd] I forever endeavor Like no matter the weather If sun shine let in rain in time Though sky’s grey getting better than ever Set up a line (I forever endeavor, I forever endeavor) (I forever endeavor, I forever endeavor) (And forever and ever) I fell back as a youngster, amongst a Bunch of fake friends so I learned what cunts were Nothing but vultures, now I've got others And we make tunes intertwining the cultures Got stuck once I, plugged in that mic and Went and got a mixer, pop shield and mic stand But my life aint like what they like I’m Clutching at straws trying to make it in this strife can You see me, or why I be, maybe one real reason I emcee Because I failed me, hence I failed you I said I'd show you more but I guess it fell through I guess I had to show you that I meant it And maybe this time a few more of you will get it (yeah) Cause I’m not aiming for the top (nah) It’s just all that I've got I forever endeavor Like no matter the weather If sun shine I let in rain in time Though sky’s grey I’m getting better than ever With each rhyme Take other bit of coke out and set up a line [x2] People listen, its sicken I hear them spitting fiction So friction, it builds until I’m quitting Resisting to fit in, I'd rather slit my wrists and Listen to Christian rap and make a living off that In fact, I’m spitting the facts And in that I’m intact and be who I am When you lie I just don’t understand How can you tell me what to be while fictions at hand? See it’s hard, when you’re looking at stars And you’re a distant sun with some distinct bars But dissing this thing cause this aint hard Seems anyone can make it so face it its not art But just to stay on track I do one thing and that’s stay on tracks So I guess I’m on track If I look at this thing and how I’m doing on tracks [x2] I forever endeavor Like no matter the weather If sun shine I let in rain in time Though sky’s grey I’m getting better than ever With each rhyme Take other bit of coke out and set up a line (I forever endeavor, I forever endeavor) (I forever endeavor, I forever endeavor) (And forever and ever)
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[Sample] [Werd] S.O.S. Edinburgh Hip-hop, Yeah, In Edinburgh (Auld Reekie) It’s Auld Reekie Edinburgh The place were I live, it’s where I suffer It’s where I surfaced, then found purpose Purchased a mic now I live in the circus Hurts it’s just this small rap circuit Birthed it with a new style they judged it Loved it, chucked it, shunt it, bump it Buy it, try it or get to (uh) with Your biased, slyest, sick agendas I try to stay chilled but you raise my temper We live in a city where we all remember It’s not all the splendor of city centre The castle, tourists, don’t you loose it I see the poorest and kids with bruises Smacked up mums and the youth out boozing A fucked up place if you keep on looking [Sample] [Werd] Here listen (real talk) I don’t act like that man that I is Nor do I act like the clan that I’m with I don’t act, in fact I is So on these tracks you see how I live Shit, it’s a day in the life We drink all day, we drink all night (It’s not a good thing) see I feel shite That’s the reason that I drink, the reason that I write See demons creeping got to get steaming Got to seep out this stuff calling feelings Got to ease up on the weed I’m breathing In day out of my box like D.M.T. Reeking, vampire life Because you know I’m out of my box all night Put coffin down in the break of the light Pure coughing up shit I never seen in my life (Never ever what it seems, in Edinburgh) Look, there’s different sides to the city There’s different sides to us Welcome to Scotland [Sample]
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[Werd] I love and hate this, but its an art form So if you love it or hate it, its my platform (Yeah) I love and hate this, its an art form So love it or hate it, it’s my platform We get on spraff on when the mics on Never be done, still searching for the right song [x2] I’m unique, like everybody else But words stands out when petulance sells See I don’t need to rap you could read them and tell That all of my writtens well they speak for themselves (Haha) That’s the quote of the day No wait, misquote, that’s what they do We find it so hard in this day and age Our faces say more than the words displayed Hey, I’m not asking you to like me Nor am I trying to start pick a fight with Anyone for anything I do it cause I might be Heard by one person in the world that feels like me Honestly, I've been through allot mate But made allot of mates, tapes and a rock a stage Got played, got hate, helped out the new S.O.S. mate, it’s really all that I do (Yeah) I love and hate this, it’s an art form So love it or hate it, it’s my platform We get on spraff on when the mics on Never be done, still searching for the right song [x2] [Conscious Route] Makes me question living in this joke They got it wrong like media misquotes We form lines while they drop lies like Lockerbie They tell us we'd be more secure owning a property Creating pictures causing more divide Saying hate with tension, our race will survive A little more war to bring peace inside We’re like terrorists fighting these terrorists Like Keyser Söze the truth has a cleaver twist Or put our faith in a God that has never lived Trapping the soul for the greed of another class In the system that wont let a brother pass You know the problems you seen the stats That’s why I live music and breathe for rap Keeping hope in my bars so the others can climb Or at least have belief in the conscious mind [Werd] (Yeah) I love and hate this, its an art form So love it or hate it, its my platform We get on spraff on when the mics on Never be done, still searching for the right song [x2] [Nity Gritz] Fuck your life I’m here to murder mics And aye I’ll have a couple pints And punt it off as half the price For having me come run your night Summon any son of God under the fucking sun that you like It wont stop me (nah) the bastard child is impolite The sun will fall out of the sky the day he cracks a smile Somebody hold him back because there he goes he's acting wild Fuck you and your placid style Your scene and shows just standing idle I’m wrecking sets to bless the heads with a perfect recital I feel it’s vital to toll a line at the tight rope Trying to find a balance, like Slug back in 04 Right before I bought a mic and started building a platform Wording a verse with the perfect bars Fuck a swag song I’m digging through my tape cassettes with pity for this art form Feeling like my city don’t appreciate the fact I’m raw Or maybe I’m wrong because I live in the capital People forget where it is I’m from, and its Glasgow [Werd] (Yeah) I love and hate this, its an art form So love it or hate it, its my platform We get on spraff on when the mics on Never be done, still searching for the right song [x2]
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[Werd] Ha, Edinburgh city, Its Werd S.O.S. Shout out to Riddlah the UVBeatz maker Jump start the track mate (Drive it like its fucking stolen) I want to hear this pumping in your motor, Auld Reekie (Drive it like its fucking stolen) Turn this one fucking up mate (Drive it like its fucking stolen) (Drive it like its fucking stolen) Drive it like its fucking stolen Pump they tunes with the windows open Run round town with the system dropping Drive it like its fucking stolen [x2] Shift; put your foot to the floor Now shift, OK rev some more Now shift, put your foot to the floor Now shift, mate we move up a gear [x2] (Yeah) I want to see everyone, fucking bouncing Drive it like its fucking stolen Drive it like its fucking stolen Pump they tunes with the windows open Run round town with the system dropping Drive it like its fucking stolen [x2] So swift, yeah car I got it And I drive just like I stole it Splif, in my mouth I toke it Pigs, bacon, fuck the police I’m strictly tipsy fuck the bizzies We just smoke like chimneys Drive around and hand out the window Jump right out if your acting silly Drive it like its fucking stolen [x2] You hear the exhaust? Sounds like a Porsche I’m cutting him off, oh shit man I’m off Drive it like its fucking stolen Pump they tunes with the windows open Run round town with the system dropping Drive it like its fucking stolen [x2] Shift; put your foot to the floor Now shift, OK rev some more Now shift, put your foot to the floor Now shift, mate we move up a gear [x2] Yes, fucking Auld Reekie, to Glasgow Drive it like its fucking stolen Fucking Scotland mate, Drive that like its fucking stolen Drive it like its fucking stolen [x2]
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DruNk StoRy 05:36
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Outro 00:25

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Werd (SOS) 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. His debut album features only the best production and vocal features from the UK scene, from Madhat McGore, Bigg Taj, Deeko, Mog to the likes of DJ Nasty P & Wardie Burns, the content and styles vary creating an excellent showcase of alternative hip-hop music in Scotland.

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released July 31, 2012

Recorded and Mastered entirely at S.O.S. by Drew Devine.
Copyright © 2012 Sons of Scotland (SOS). 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.Edinburgh@gmail.com

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