Untitled Scot - Werd Alblum review (5 Stars)

This young man has critics from Edinburgh to London so excited for this album and believe me for great reasons. This is a proper mixtape album and each track stands alone under the grace of pure bangers. Werd is eloquent and drops more bars than Barlinnie (Prison), also he can touch any musical genre and still make it fresh with a true Hip Hop feel. The word progressive really doesn't describe the capabilities Werd has to offer the listener. A word of warning though is if you can't handle real talk then don't listen and if you don't listen then you are a fool. The whole album is 5 stars but if you want a few suggestions then take a listen to 'Drive like its stolen', 'No Romeo ft Mog' and 'SOS All Day'. If you like your tongue in cheek lyricism, evocative metaphors and solid beats that make you blow your speakers then Werd is definitely for you.

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they say you never know what you got
till its gone
to lose you once made me realise
to get you back
made me protective
to lose you again
drove me insane

i sit comfortable in my lonliness
feeling like our nightmare is our reality
my nightmare fortunately isnt that bad
what tortures me?
the inability to keep you alive
in your cell
i am unable to keep a promise
without breaking a promise

wondering if theres a chance
a chance to sort the wheat from the chaff
a chance to start afresh
past forgiven and forgotten
praying your thoughts are deep
as deep as your mystery
i sit finding a loophole
writing for you
not to you
in hopes one day
you will read this
knowing deep down i kept
my lovers promise

i pray your mind is thinking of me

jheeze

bun you family like smaoking a phat rip ripping the piss like you pish blood but your just a period blud gotta piss in the water mate dont piss on yourself with your hate saying you hate water practise what you preach treating me like a mate bloods thicker than water only things thicker is money and custard thats why im stacked in filling with love lets get equal its a simple eqaution subtract the prick, the false images of eqaulity thats platinum h2o shit thats new skool to me you know nothing of og you gotta add some unconditional love to get a degree in my school too alumini for you going back to basics thinking your lifes a movie if you cant handle me at my worst you dont deserve my best so bestie lets get investing sis so hear up stop pissing in your blood blud

The playground

For Dylza Looking in the mirror amazed at how make up hides a multitude of sins looking natural and fresh eyeliner and mascara widening exhausted eyes bold lipstick sealing a mouth that utters truth quietly amoungst the lies tint of blusher caressing high cheek bones mimicking the shame i know longer feel bright green of my iris's is shockingly cold unable to glitter anymore knowing your absence crushes my soul love rediscovered lost purposely found cracked discarded again tattered reaching realisations with each clink of my lifes lottery balls its a losers lottery the jackpot is the last reserves of my strength to get up dust myself down to carry on a pitiful existance knowing love has no room for pornstars, gold diggers and the nieve when i left abrubtly quietly to where i came from i searched for something i needed from you in what i know now as the wrong place affection romance connection which i could never humble myself enough to ask from you i reached blindly searching trying to find me in our absence i created a life one aborted in hope we could have one day you once said you admired my strength which is now my downfall i wish i had the strength to tell you when you came back into my life about what happened on our absence i wasnt strong enough to overcome my fear of losing you again if i knew how it was going to turn out then maybe i could of summoned the courage to over rule my shame we went to bed before i could even think about telling youthen bed wasnt neutral ground i let it become a beautifuol battlefield side by side we watched eachother having nightmares and quiet down with touch sweet words and bitter discussions pass over time in various intoxicated states my resence of life dashed with fragments of me held in others eyes blended into the breakup which pushed us full circle with 2 rotations complete but not fufilled i step of our magical roundabout dizzy with pain and anguish i stumble to the swings to push myself into flying trying to get high enough to touch the clouds unable to i survey my playground as it turns to night the moon illuminates the roundabout sitting lonely abandonded far away you are no longer there a bolt of loss hits me like lightening the sky starts to weep with me in my desolution and the heavens drum out my destitution if this is natural and nature at its greatest then i will embrace this nakedly and be rejuvinated when we meet again i will be hesitantly perching on a slide this time i will not coax me to launch back on the roundabout instead i will wait wait for you to climb up and sit behind me wrapping me into you so we can launch ourselves over the roundabout like acrobats or wait for you to walk out of the park never looking back letting the dawn absorb you completely If i cant be the heroine to myself then i will be the heron patiently perching for you to come up one day even if that day never comes stubbornly steadfast waiting the summer out wondering if there is a next time will we see us beyond spring not knowing if now is the end of days or if we will see our days end together doesnt matter now so hush those ill thoughts clouding your mind the sun will come out one day and you will find me patiently perching perpetually waiting to be complete ready for the descent that readies us to ascend beyound the roundabout one day

love is a battlefield

Vodka emotion wound tight ready to shatter quivering tension ready to snap let the resevoir flow gushing destroying instead cold defient statuesque white flag waved as backs turnt evacuating the battlefield fight lost dignity grace kept head held high lake of tears now a drought fresh start pheonix metamorphising out of the ashes of lies into the flames of retribution hope calling distantly ignored by snow hate blanketing it wind of forgiveness stalled defeat blatent unrecognised silent battle no victor just casualties now trappeed in no mans land a detente ceasefire all nothing unsaid intamacy affection massacred blame accepted chances to fix destroyed thoughts feelings ponderous ressurection out of the window death of a soul death of life welcomed gratefully all lost eternally

end of days

Written in scotland 3 days before my nans funeral when me and my ex broke up! Stand in the line of fire take it embrace each shot to know you broke a diamond heart accept your own evilness face it owning it is brave meeting eyes irrelevant let the shame take you in its sorid arms resistance futile fall down take the beating its well deserved keep still play possum take the oppertunity to change to shed old patterns grew anew flip the tables on yourself take the hand offered prove to yourself to everyone you lost your losing will lose get up crawl into the new place start afresh come back with peace offerings with humility surprise pride transformation be the hermit be a vaugly familiar stranger change is good make it great do it its required needed wanted get back what you love lost who you're suppose to be you can do it