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

In Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my repertoire
Wrecking hard with my speech and etcetera
Going net I impress like I'm Federer
Cheeky tica I 'kilt' like the dressing (ah)
emcees through lead I breath
I ghost-write for ghosts put them under my sheets
Of written see my spirits as they start to deplete
As the whiskeys finished while I write to this beat
Speak, If I'm given half the
If I have to put my in and call it red or black
It'll probably hit the but I fight over that
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 time if you cant be divine, just
And go and find you're own
Scottish 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 Reekie rapper killing all you're geeky patter
We can a cheeky little pagger rather the drama
I'm a walking target for little Swagger-Jagga
Waka-flame type bastards known the name right (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) you're boy speaks crack
But boy with a 'H' and in Scotland it's
Stay intact or attack you get 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 my joint's so class 'A' with no come-down

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

I'm Edinburgh city's gritty sick cunt you getting sick eh
Little lippy for the silly kiddies
And their pretty little spits mates acting like groupies
Hip-hop aint for you get the fuck to Uni
With you're bag-pack rap all you're chat like
It got me then inking out bad man track
Happy slap cats whack via sound of the
You lack facts, back, you ever been that
of anything, anyway, everyday am better wae
Flipping on melody so 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, the rest, just to rest
We write, you get left, we the set to inspect
See we set for success, set and invest
In the art from the heart, no impressed with the

(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 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2]