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

In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my
Wrecking beats with 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 under my sheets
Of lyrics see my spirits as they start to deplete
As the whiskeys almost finished while I 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 that
You see I always seem to win and I don't even answer
In the long run, it's a of tracks
Take a step at a time if you be divine, just relax
And go and you're own path
Scottish rap, I'm sorry mate I own that

(S.O.S) It's the Sons of
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]

An Auld Reekie killing all you're geeky patter
We can a cheeky little pagger rather scrap the
I'm a target for these 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 jokes with a
Knock knock, there? not me, my name rings a bell
(bring bring) Cause boy speaks crack
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
With my whole team, award winning no
Less its the dope smoke roached with my home
some rappers they got burnt out
Flicked like my joint's so class 'A' no come-down

(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 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 spits with acting like groupies
Hip-hop for you get the fuck back to Uni
With bag-pack rap all you're chat like that
It got me thinking then out bad man track
Happy cats whack via sound of the jack
You lack facts, back, you ever been that
of anything, anyway, everyday am better wae
Flipping on so heavily am telling ye
me, I'm a fucking legend in the scene
If you disagree, you sleeping, you aint keeping with the
S.O.S. we the best, tell the rest, just to
We write, you get left, we the set to inspect
See we set for success, set trends and
In the art the heart, no impressed with the next

(S.O.S) It's the Sons of
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]