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

In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my
Wrecking hard beats with my and etcetera
Going net I impress like I'm Federer
Cheeky little tica I like the dressing (ah)
Dead emcees through I breath
I could for ghosts put them 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 chips in and it red or black
probably hit the zero but I fight over that
You see I seem to win and I don't even answer back
In the run, it's a marathon of tracks
Take a step at a time if you cant be divine, relax
And go and find own path
This Scottish rap, I'm sorry mate I own

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

An Reekie rapper killing all you're geeky patter
We can a cheeky little rather scrap the drama
I'm a walking target for these Swagger-Jagga
Waka-flame type bastards known the name right (S.O.S)
We the on the map mate
Wiping our feet on you're welcome a mat take
One step back you jokes with a
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 Scotland it's
Stay intact or attack you get pinned to the
a tack picture that, get a bat have a ball
With my whole team, award winning no
Less its the dope smoke with my home green
Has-been's some rappers they got out
like my joint's 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 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2]

I'm Edinburgh city's witty sick cunt you getting sick eh
Little lippy for the silly little
And pretty little spits with mates acting like groupies
Hip-hop aint for you get the fuck to Uni
With you're bag-pack rap all you're chat that
It got me thinking inking out bad man track
Happy slap cats whack via sound of the
You lack facts, back, you ever been that
Much of anything, anyway, everyday am wae
on melody so heavily am telling ye
Remember me, I'm a fucking legend in the
If you disagree, you sleeping, you aint keeping the team
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 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' doing it for Scotland [x2]