[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 clever 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 won't 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 won't 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]