Werd n Deeko - Pick Up a Mic lyrics

[Werd] Yo its Werd Its one of those Scottish things Lateface on the beat see its like If I ever stand up and I pick up a mic Then in other words I just picked up my life What occurs in life is in which that I write Lifes a b**h but you got to clutch her tight Shes funny she always demands money Or you loose face and crash like crash dummies And she needs more for food hash and rent Till a look at other lifes and wish I lived with them Till I'm hell bent because I rhyme heaven sent But born in a place that rap was never meant To flourish they laughed and called it rubbish No urban in the Scot could ever bring the ruckus f** it who the f** are you to judge it A whack Mc or a Dj who couldn't cut it I love it I'm getting made beats Next I need paid I'm only played in the streets Sit back close your eyes and imagine Everything you hoped and wished for never happened So all you had was rapping to change things Still picking scraps trying to catch what the game brings Picking up mics wrapped up in this rap thing I pick up mics to see the hype that my name brings I sit down I drop the mic I stop for a second then I pick up the light The joint picks me up for a second am fine Then I pick up the bottle and sip the Bucky wine I just want to shine like boy racer wheels But all I'm ever offered are f**ing hash deals No rap deal so I deal with disappointments Only feel alive when I take this joint and I need to quit I canny (f** it) Call me oor Willie I'm always on the bucket Tell me to quit do a DX and s** it I can only write rhymes when I'm half out my nugget So if I stop rapping you'll understand it I never thought you would listen I never planned it So if I got rich I couldn't stand it Id end up putting all my money in the bandits Sit back close your eyes and imagine Everything you hoped and wished for never happened So all you had was rapping to change things Still picking scraps trying to catch what the game brings Picking up mics wrapped up in this rap thing I pick up mics to see the hype that my name brings Do you know where I'm from what this place is like? Before kids can cycle they can chore a bike And at night they'll pick some fights And thats real funny till they pick up a knife They say my life isnt suited for rap But a flow so can I skip selling crack sh** no gnats but c*nts are still shooting Shooting with the needle and the f**ing spoon cooking So things is looking like a train spotting scene Trust me to write a sweet sixteen Without the smack I'm just trying to deal rap Put the needle to the record and inject my track Thats a lyrical bat Scotland wake up Would it be a miracle to drop the hate nut Jealous cause I do it and I'm young Call me Craig Gordon I'm Scotlands number one Sit back close your eyes and imagine Everything you hoped and wished for never happened So all you had was rapping to change things Still picking scraps trying to catch what the game brings Picking up mics wrapped up in this rap thing I pick up mics to see the hype that my name brings Just trying to change things