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

In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I up my repertoire
Wrecking hard beats with my speech and
Going over net I like I'm Federer
little tica I 'kilt' like the dressing (ah)
Dead emcees lead I breath
I ghost-write for ghosts put them under my sheets
Of written lyrics see my spirits as they to deplete
As the whiskeys almost finished while I write to beat
Speak, If I'm given half the
If I have to put my chips in and it red or black
It'll hit the zero but I fight over that
You see I always seem to win and I don't answer back
In the long run, it's a marathon of
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) the Sons of Scotland
Shout 'S.O.S' when I'm 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 little pagger rather scrap the drama
I'm a walking target for little Swagger-Jagga
Waka-flame type bastards known the right rappers (S.O.S)
We the best on the map
Wiping our on you're welcome like a mat take
One step back you jokes a catchphrase
Knock knock, who's there? not me, my rings a bell
(bring bring) Cause you're boy crack
But boy with a 'H' and in it's smack
Stay intact or you get pinned to the wall
Like a picture that, get a bat have a ball
With my team, award winning no smoke-screen
Less its the dope smoke with my home green
Has-been's some rappers got burnt out
Flicked like my joint's so class 'A' 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 it for Scotland [x2]

I'm city's witty gritty sick cunt you getting sick eh
Little for the silly little kiddies
And their pretty little with mates acting like groupies
Hip-hop aint for you get the fuck to Uni
With you're bag-pack rap all you're like that
It got me then inking out bad man track
Happy slap cats whack via of the jack
You facts, track 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 just write, you get left, we the set to
See we set for success, set and invest
In the art from the heart, no 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 Scotland