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To the S to the
And me, the D, the O to C The a.k.a., the P the M the D
And me, the E to the D to the O To the U to the B to the L to the E
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So knick paddy wack give a dog a bone K-Solo (yo) I pass P the
Nah (why P?) to each his own So knick knack wack give the dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass E the
me, yes the MC Grand Royal Who rappin, and to it I stay loyal I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my You on the other crab MC's that fell Apart from the start, that didn't the art Of rappin, to keep the hands clappin But me, I know the way it should be The slow, like me and PMD And black, will make you real fat A real swinger, and a real cat Like a player, or someone on the accordion Producing hits like, if I was Barry Gordy and a tip, to show you how to rip A crab in half, and watch his posse So me, the E, I come Heavy ammunition, so I don't to dip So listen, to this funky fresh The way I it, and the way that I was flexin So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a PMD (yo) I pass Solo the
Yo I pass (why Solo?) to his own Yo knick paddy wack give a dog a bone Yo, I pass P the
As I the stage, with the fresh dipped gear I start to off, with throw your hands in the air Because the older I get, the harder I Usin my rap-fu from a rap-fu flick Of my Bic oh shit another lit a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip Cause as the bass thumps, VU meters All pens and pads are drawn, as the speaks Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the But the buck here, cause I'mma let you know No swingin, or knuckles, strictly Cause as I bust, crush, and then rush A sucker new jack, with no and's or but's You roll with the times, we like to roll with Rush I a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus So get out the mustard, crab, it's time to catch-up And in the act of war, P to let up On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, clever In any type of weather, cause two birds of a Always flock So knick paddy wack give the dog a bone K-Solo, I pass E the
I pass (why E? To his own) So knick knack paddy wack a dog a bone Aiyyo, I Solo the microphone
Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit terrier Harder it on wax, the more the merrier though, releases beats for me So I can rig up a hit and get easily People, gather listen to flow Yo, so I can prove, I'm the true Solo Too many suckers, have bit my in vain rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo came To so many places, rappers faces That theirself Solo, I made em erase it I'm Solo, no name lender or Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly contender Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it Put it behind they name and ate up like ravioli I heard on KISS, Red Alert and Chuck A rapper said he Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!" My man came over, and said, "Yo, I we heard you" Joke's on you you a bitin ass crew bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact Yo PMD em (damn you shouldn'ta did that) Now for the record, what do I for One rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause me a break my brother My name stands for Self, Organization Left Others My name's no for those who claim to use my name In vain their name sounds plain I remain the same, my flow of won't change yo The name of the game is for the real to explain I don't know was you ran or came I know your vein I hate your You're ashamed, playin the game that you insane That walk puddles, snow and the rain With a cane, nothin to gain but And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em The of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real to blame When I S-P-E, L-L, W-E, L-L People all out there can Rhymes I got, or write will S-E-L-L For those who don't believe me, can go to I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Like a B-R-I-D, in the Don't T-O-Y to be dat's why L-I-N-E's belong to I'm makin veche, some rappers Yo f*ck it, here's to make parties sway People, I take any kind of losses Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and resources Like household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and away)