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Check, S.O.S. Yes (Auld Reekie)

In Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my repertoire
Wrecking hard beats my speech and etcetera
Going over net I impress I'm Federer
Cheeky little tica I 'kilt' the dressing (ah)
Dead emcees through I breath
I could ghost-write for ghosts put them under my
Of written lyrics see my spirits as start to deplete
As the whiskeys finished while I write to this beat
Speak, If I'm half the chance
If I have to put my in and call it red or black
It'll probably hit the zero but I fight over
You see I always seem to win and I don't even back
In the long run, it's a marathon of
Take a step at a time if you cant be divine, relax
And go and find you're own
This Scottish rap, I'm mate I own that

(S.O.S) It's the of Scotland
'S.O.S' when I'm done talking
(S.O.S) We got it on ken
So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for [x2]

An Auld Reekie rapper killing all you're patter
We can a cheeky little rather scrap the drama
I'm a walking target for little Swagger-Jagga
Waka-flame type known the name right rappers (S.O.S)
We the best on the map
our feet on you're welcome like a mat take
One step back you with a catchphrase
Knock knock, who's there? not me, my rings a bell
(bring bring) you're boy speaks crack
But boy with a 'H' and in it's smack
intact or attack you get pinned to the wall
Like a tack picture that, get a bat a ball
With my team, award winning no smoke-screen
its the dope smoke roached with my home green
Has-been's some rappers got burnt out
Flicked my joint's so class 'A' with no come-down

(S.O.S) It's the of Scotland
Shout 'S.O.S' I'm done talking
(S.O.S) We got it on ken
So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for [x2]

I'm Edinburgh city's witty sick cunt you getting sick eh
Little lippy for the silly little
And their pretty little spits with acting like groupies
Hip-hop aint for you get the back to Uni
you're bag-pack rap all you're chat like that
It got me thinking then inking out bad man
slap cats whack via sound of the jack
You lack facts, track back, you ever that
Much of anything, anyway, everyday am wae
Flipping on so heavily am telling ye
Remember me, I'm a legend in the scene
If you disagree, you sleeping, you aint keeping with the
S.O.S. we the best, tell the rest, to rest
We just write, you get left, we the set to
See we set for success, set trends and
In the art from the heart, no impressed the next

(S.O.S) the Sons of Scotland
Shout 'S.O.S' I'm done talking
(S.O.S) We got it on ken
So 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2]