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

In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I up my repertoire
Wrecking hard beats my speech and etcetera
Going over net I impress I'm Federer
Cheeky little tica I 'kilt' like the (ah)
Dead emcees through I breath
I could ghost-write for ghosts put them my sheets
Of written lyrics see my spirits as they start to
As the whiskeys almost 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
probably hit the zero but I fight over 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 at a time if you cant be divine, just relax
And go and find own path
This Scottish rap, I'm sorry mate I own

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

An Auld Reekie rapper killing all geeky patter
We can a cheeky pagger rather scrap the drama
I'm a walking for these little 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 like a mat
One step you jokes with a catchphrase
Knock knock, who's not me, my name 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 to the wall
a tack 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 rappers they got burnt out
Flicked like my joint's so 'A' with no come-down

(S.O.S) the Sons of Scotland
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

I'm Edinburgh city's gritty sick cunt you getting sick eh
Little lippy for the silly kiddies
And their pretty little spits with mates acting groupies
Hip-hop aint for you get the back to Uni
With you're bag-pack rap all you're chat like
It got me thinking then out bad man track
Happy slap whack via sound of the jack
You lack facts, back, you ever been that
Much of anything, anyway, everyday am 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 the team
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 from the heart, no with the next

(S.O.S) the Sons of Scotland
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