Scant Squad - SOS All Day lyrics

[Werd] Check, S.O.S. Yes (Auld Reekie) In Auld Reekie, Edinburgh, I built up my repertoire Wrecking hard beats with my speech and etcetera Going over net I impress like I'm Federer Cheeky little ética I 'kilt' like the dressing (ah) Dead emcees through lead I breath I could ghost-write for ghosts put them under my sheets Of written lyrics see my spirits as they start to deplete As the whiskeys almost finished while I write to this beat Speak, If I'm given half the chance If I have to put my chips in and call it red or black It'll probably hit the zero but I fight over that You see I always seem to win and I don't even answer back In the long run, it's a marathon of tracks Take a step at a time if you can't be divine, just relax And go and find you're own path This Scottish rap, I'm sorry mate I own that (S.O.S) It's the Sons of Scotland Shout 'S.O.S' when I'm done talking (S.O.S) We got it on lock ken So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2] An Auld Reekie rapper k**ing all you're geeky patter We can a cheeky little pagger rather scrap the drama I'm a walking target for these little Swagger-Jagga Waka-flame type ba*tards known the name right rappers (S.O.S) We the best on the map mate Wiping our feet on you're welcome like a mat take One step back you jokes with a catchphrase Knock knock, who's there? not me, my name rings a bell (bring bring) Cause you're boy speaks crack But boy with a 'H' and in Scotland it's smack Stay intact or attack you get pinned to the wall Like a tack picture that, get a bat have a ball With my whole team, award winning no smoke-screen Less its the dope smoke roached with my home green Has-been's some rappers they got burnt out Flicked like my joint's so cla** 'A' with no come-down (S.O.S) It's the Sons of Scotland Shout 'S.O.S' when I'm done talking (S.O.S) We got it on lock ken So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2] I'm Edinburgh city's witty gritty sick c*nt you getting sick eh Little lippy for the silly little kiddies And their pretty little spits with mates acting like groupies Hip-hop ain't for you get the f** back to Uni With you're bag-pack rap all you're chat like that It got me thinking then inking out bad man track Happy slap cats whack via sound of the jack You lack facts, track back, you ever been that Much of anything, anyway, everyday am better wae Flipping on melody so heavily am telling ye Remember me, I'm a f**ing legend in the scene If you disagree, you sleeping, you ain't keeping with the team S.O.S. we the best, tell the rest, just to rest We just write, you get left, we the set to inspect See we set for success, set trends and invest In the art from the heart, no impressed with the next (S.O.S) It's the Sons of Scotland Shout 'S.O.S' when I'm done talking (S.O.S) We got it on lock ken So shout 'S.O.S' mate doing it for Scotland [x2]