Remix. Promotional Use Only. Ownership remains rights of Mr. Scruff / Ninja Tune / Pleasure Music. Werd (SOS) Vocals added, mixed and mastered at SOS HQ. Free Download.
You ever wake up feeling not suitable?
Feeling small in the game like Subbuteo
Feeling like there was more they should do for you
So now your brain's spinning round like Rubik's Cube
Trying to add it up like - it's kind of f*cked right?
Kind of makes you feel like their kind were upright
Trying to make you fail from the time you touched mic's
But what if its like, maybe the judged right?
Maybe I shouldn't really had the chance
Maybe I should just fail like I do with romance
I don't understand I'm the man in demand
But can I keep it up when I'm feeling I can't?
I cant stand all you bam's being addicted to jams
And missing you little me when you sit on your hands
No man, no band, been banned like I am
Went HAM, set plans got tracks and I ran
So can c-come kick it, I spit it and live with it
No gimmicks, no did it, no fake, no lies, listen
No disguise or implied to be something I isn't
Werd SOS, I be something different
Yo, you see me but what's beneath this?
Underneath its like far from genius
And people in the scene seem so conceded
So I'm spinning out, Fibonacci sequence,
Leave long gone left tracks to seek this
So you can follow on if your lost and need this
The points move on not stop and creep with
Crabs in a bucket, f*ck it, ya'll see this,
Don't you? this is what we don't do,
Don't wait for studios what we go through
Cubase, Pro tools, got no pro tools
Just a prototype for a man with no skills
Self taught, but that's not the point
The point is you didn't help me at all
And I've still no help can't help but fall
Into a work-rate that hurts me when doing it raw
Rotten, it's like I've forgotten
It was fun at the start, in the past, hip-hop and
Getting on beats that's mainly upbeat
And not I just greet on them with my speech
Sad song, else throw a tantrum
But got to move on from thoughts I cant run
And got some bad ones, God I thank them
Without pain couldn't done what I've done
If you feel left out, then come on lets write
Type of recite, just get it on the mic
Feel a little down, in this upwards plight
Strife, hyped, expected to fail [X2]