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

In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I up my repertoire
Wrecking hard with my speech and etcetera
Going net I impress like I'm Federer
Cheeky little I 'kilt' like the dressing (ah)
Dead emcees through I breath
I could ghost-write for ghosts put under my sheets
Of lyrics see my spirits as they 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 chips in and 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 answer back
In the long run, a marathon of tracks
Take a step at a if you cant be divine, just relax
And go and find own path
This rap, I'm sorry mate I own that

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

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

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

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

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