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

In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my
Wrecking hard beats my speech and etcetera
Going over net I like I'm Federer
Cheeky little tica I 'kilt' the dressing (ah)
emcees through lead 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 while I write to this beat
Speak, If I'm given the chance
If I to put my chips in and call it red or black
It'll hit the zero but I fight over that
You see I always seem to win and I even answer back
In the run, it's a marathon of tracks
Take a step at a time if you cant be divine, just
And go and find you're own
This Scottish rap, I'm sorry 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 killing all geeky patter
We can a cheeky little pagger rather the drama
I'm a walking for these little Swagger-Jagga
Waka-flame type bastards known the right rappers (S.O.S)
We the on the map mate
Wiping our on you're welcome like a mat take
One step you jokes with a catchphrase
knock, who's there? not me, my name rings a bell
(bring bring) you're boy speaks crack
But boy with a 'H' and in it's smack
Stay intact or attack you get to the wall
Like a picture that, get a bat have a ball
With my whole team, award no smoke-screen
Less its the dope roached with my home green
Has-been's some they got burnt out
like my joint's so class 'A' with no come-down

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

I'm Edinburgh witty gritty sick cunt you getting sick eh
Little lippy for the silly little
And their pretty little spits mates acting like groupies
aint for you get the fuck back to Uni
With you're rap all you're chat like that
It got me thinking then inking out bad man
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
Remember me, I'm a fucking 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 the heart, no impressed with 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 doing it for Scotland