Tristan
[Werd]
Come on Kapel Theta, lets go tell them
I got to break out of this spell I've been dreading
It's a concept that set-in
Obscure, insecure, yet it's meaning carries lessons
Bureau chasing legends, a foot like a f*cking leg-end
I'm letting them follow suit, tongue tailored out to perfection
A sentence in a second is a sentence to menace
So sick of sacrificing life drinking Tennent's in my tenement
I'm telling them, they'll get to ken, but seems they never do
Got me spinning on the ceiling, fans hitting the roof
If I change al loose you, If I stay I could die here
I'm scared if I don't push it I'll have nothing to live for
Ignore me, well maybe they tried
But I need no introduction, look at f*cking supplies
Over 25 releases, releases a little demon
That's seeking to f*cking beat them
But it ain't no achievement
Just rapping getting steaming
And seeking for little reason
Hating most I see in life, politics and the treason
And media with it's lies telling me who to be and
Changing what I am inside, be deprived of a feeling
(Love)
I do this for me, if you like that's a plus
So first things first, you do not need to judge
And the, film involved, I never said was good
It's just a couple quotes kind of matched my mood
And bringing bars on the beats keeps me in a mind frame
Don't need peeps, cheek, speaking all shnidey
Find me, peach of a speech I provided
So you can leach on as I teach the divided
Scene, that grew from, too strong, moved on
Can't be contained in that place so I proved them
Mong's talk and group on, all of your new songs
Can't say who, (there's too many to choose from)
And it seems like it's like when I write I do wrong
And get left out, wasn't right to hang on
So moved on from all the hate that you gave me
And that made me, went and changed and shaped
So lately you'll notice that my focus is on edge
And I only care about one thing (S.O.S)
And I'll be here till the day that it's dead
Or I become this demon that resides in my head

(Mage, sorceress, I don't know which is which
When witches exist and my mold is ripped
I'm letting off a little stream like the city of Tris-
Tan, I'm Leiot, or Werd if it fits)
A character that hates himself (I relate)
A character that's lost his way (no fate)
A scene from an unseen script
A metaphor in which I live