Aw sorry were you sleeping
I’ve been up a wee bit
I think they thought I stopped
Or just went all political and heartfelt
Okay
Mic check

Hi kids - do like my shit
Probably not but I’ll summarise real quick
An Auld Reekie rapper
Getting reeking giving patter
And I’m often on the camera
And doing whatever I did
Yeah Werd mate you’ve been fucking killing it
But nowadays there’s loads of cunts and must admit they’re spitting good
But I’m not nervous I’m just interested have they even heard my verses
I was sending penning shit when they was little persons
Aye pupils I’m not a teacher giving detention
But I’m giving lines out like drunk cunts on heavy sessions
Hence I’ll mention if the legend question don’t give me attention
Get investigations pending with my independent self-impression
By the way my spellings shite
But on the mic
This ain’t for reading
And maybe being dyslexic helps me mix these words and meanings
Easing into other feelings
Like bipolar within reason
Using Cubase Logic Reason then to maximize my grievance
Instead of getting reeking taking acid seeing demons
And fuck achievements if believing in selling your soul
Think your number one
That’s a keeper
Scored an own goal
Getting reeking in Auld Reekie steaming in old mode
Now Edinburgh’s dead
Best young team in Glasgow
But hip-hops a merry-go-round
It goes back round
Some fell off
Not Werd though

I’m the original cunt
Kunta
Thee original one
Kunta

It’s like a paint a pretty picture pen Picassos
I’m pretty far from perfect ken I’m handing tick like CASIOs
So watch me sew a canvas stitched with little bits of solo flows
And if it didn’t feel so low I would have patched it years ago
It should be obvious
I’m sorry if my ambiance
Alters your subconsciousness
A serious of unfortunate events
Made me build up and vent so I recorded this
A hip-hop edition of my hip-hop omnibus
So on we bust
Go on hip-hop on with me
See nowadays there’s loads of cunts that’s flicking tongues and paving ways
There’re doing it with
New beats too
That’s the modern way
Can’t keep up walk away
Drop the can no longer spray
The old cunts that cut it put the decks away
New cunts keep coming but I still stay

Kunta
The original one
Fall back son