1. |
Find My-Sell
03:40
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[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
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2. |
SOS All Day
03:40
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[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]
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3. |
Heart Inside
03:02
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[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]
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4. |
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[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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5. |
Is It Hip-Hop?
03:24
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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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6. |
Lost Focus ft Deeko
03:13
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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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7. |
MY State Of Mind
04:50
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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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8. |
No Romeo ft Mog
03:28
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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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9. |
Shout Shout
02:31
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[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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10. |
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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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11. |
The Whistle Song
03:16
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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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12. |
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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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13. |
Forever Endeavour
03:11
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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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14. |
Rhymes With Purple
02:28
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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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15. |
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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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16. |
Drive It Like Its Stolen
03:04
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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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17. |
DruNk StoRy
05:36
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18. |
Outro
00:25
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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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