Artist: Werd (SOS) f/ Conscious Route, Nity Gritz Album: Untitled Scot Song: Platform Typed by: SOS.Edinburgh@gmail.com [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]