Is It Hip-hop? Lyrics - Werd (s.o.s)

[Sample] 

And I'm here to tell you this boy's soul is intact 

He wont sell anybody out, its non negotiable 

You know how I know? 

(Because we don't want to hear that weak shit no more) 

[Werd] 

Is this Hip-Hop? spitting out a sentence, 

Though I don't follow trends or the dress sense. 

Am I Hip-Hop? I don't feel it, 

Just feel what I feel and I'm real it's, Hip-Hop (hip-hop) 

Its in my presence, so I don't need trends or the dress sense 

I am Hip-Hop, and you feel this, 

S.O.S. the people going to hear this 

I'm a hip-hop-aholic, got on it and never off it 

Since a crossed it, I was talking it, said I'd aim for the top of it 

Said I would never let up, though fed up I carried on with it 

I held my head up high, no I was never prosperous 

Honest its just me making my mark 

Getting recognised now, well I guess its a start 

Guess you have to take shit when your raised in these parts 

Take the mic, M.I.C. and I rip it apart, R.I.P. 

[Sample] 

I give a fuck if you feel me, I'm going to follow 

[Werd] 

And I just follow my heart, 

If its hip-hop, I just follow the art 

Take that apart get right to the core 

Write real deep, then write some more 

Cause I feel mainstream seems like a bore 

I tell them (We don't wanna hear that fake shit no more) 

Is this Hip-Hop? spitting out a sentence, 

Though I don't follow trends or the dress sense. 

Am I Hip-Hop? I don't feel it, 

Just feel what I feel and I'm real it's, Hip-Hop (hip-hop) 

Its in my presence, so I don't need trends or the dress sense 

I am Hip-Hop, and you feel this, 

S.O.S. the people going to hear this 

[Sample] 

Now I'm just getting warmed up 

[Werd] 

Yeah, and I'd rather be chav than a hip-hop head 

I don't wear a cap, talk black, instead, 

Call me a ned, is it getting through? 

My whole life don't follow what I listen too 

And I just follow my heart, 

If its hip-hop, I just follow the art 

I got one PC, one mic and a mic stand 

Padding on the walls in a booth where I might stand 

One emcee with a pad I just write jams 

Son can't be nothing else get it right bam 

Might tan, one more bottle then I'm hyped I'm 

Never calling quits I just spit and I'm fighting 

Like I'm Tyson, speaking real nice man 

Give me your ear, listen clear it's a flight plan 

So I'm a try this, this my pilot 

First episode written high with a fly script 

Buy this, because I can see it in my iris 

Third eye sees all the dreams I will die with 

Why's this? That the wisest demise 

Those eyes on the prize I will never reach the sky, sigh 

Underground's what we got, 

So I guess in the end I am hip-hop 

(And I have seen) SOS, Untitled Scot 

Nasty P, Werd, I just follow my heart 

I just follow the art (I just follow the art) 

I just follow my heart (ha) Hip-hop I just follow the art 

Is it hip-hop? Am I hip-hop?