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

In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my
Wrecking hard with my speech and etcetera
over net I impress like I'm Federer
Cheeky tica I 'kilt' like the dressing (ah)
Dead emcees through lead I
I could ghost-write for put them under my sheets
Of written lyrics see my as they start to deplete
As the whiskeys almost while I write to this beat
Speak, If I'm given the chance
If I have to put my chips in and it red or black
It'll probably hit the zero but I fight that
You see I always seem to win and I don't even 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 you're 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 shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland

An Auld rapper killing all you're geeky patter
We can a cheeky little pagger rather the drama
I'm a target for these little Swagger-Jagga
Waka-flame bastards known the name right rappers (S.O.S)
We the on the map mate
Wiping our feet on welcome like a mat take
One back you jokes with a catchphrase
Knock knock, there? not me, my name rings a bell
(bring bring) Cause boy speaks crack
But boy a 'H' and in Scotland it's smack
Stay intact or attack you get to the wall
a tack picture that, get a bat have a ball
With my whole team, winning no smoke-screen
Less its the smoke roached with my home green
some rappers they got burnt out
Flicked like my joint's so class 'A' 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 shout 'S.O.S' mate it for Scotland [x2]

I'm Edinburgh city's witty gritty sick cunt you sick eh
lippy for the silly little kiddies
And their pretty little spits with acting like groupies
Hip-hop for you get the fuck back to Uni
With you're bag-pack rap all you're like that
It got me thinking then inking out bad man
slap cats whack via sound of the jack
You lack facts, track back, you been that
Much of anything, anyway, everyday am wae
Flipping on melody so heavily am ye
Remember me, I'm a fucking legend in the
If you disagree, you sleeping, you aint with the team
S.O.S. we the best, tell the rest, to rest
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
'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]