Yo, and special guests on my Is the K
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
It's P
To rip the M the I to C
So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone (yo) I pass P the microphone
Nah (why P?) to each his own So knick paddy wack give the dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass E the
It's me, yes the MC Royal Who loves rappin, and to it I stay I tell, you ain't caught up in my spell You dwell on the other crab that fell Apart from the start, that know the art Of rappin, to the people's hands clappin But it's me, I know the way it be The flow slow, me and PMD And that black, will you real fat A real swinger, and a cool cat a jazz player, or someone on the accordion Producing hits like, if I was Barry Gordy and a tip, to show you how to rip A in half, and watch his posse flip So me, the E, I equipped Heavy ammunition, so I have to dip So listen, to this funky fresh The way I drop it, and the way I was flexin So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a PMD (yo) I pass the microphone
Yo I pass (why Solo?) to his own Yo knick paddy wack give a dog a bone Yo, I P the microphone
As I take the stage, the fresh dipped gear I start to show off, throw your hands in the air Because the older I get, the I kick Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu Of my Bic oh another MC's lit Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip Cause as the bass thumps, VU peaks All and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks Because a naughty rapper, to steal the flow But the buck stops here, cause I'mma let you No swingin, or knuckles, ammo Cause as I bust, crush, and then rush A sucker new jack, with no if'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, because time to catch-up And in the act of war, P to let up On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's In any of weather, cause two birds of a feather flock together So knick knack paddy wack the dog a bone K-Solo, I pass E the
I pass (why E? To his own) So knick knack paddy give a dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass Solo the
Yo, my aggressive, like a pit bull terrier Harder it sounds on wax, the more the Maestro though, releases for me So I can rig up a hit and get paid People, gather listen to flow Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the Solo Too many suckers, have bit my name in Punk rappers I was sleepin, but Solo came To so places, other rappers faces That called theirself Solo, I made em it I'm Solo, no name or pretender Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it Put it behind name and ate this up like ravioli I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and A rapper said he Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!" My man over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you" Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass They bit my name, I want it back, and it's a 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 Give me a my brother My name for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others My name's no for those who claim to use my name In cause their name sounds plain I the same, my flow of style won't change yo The of the game is for the real Solo to explain I don't know was you ran or came I your vein I hate your name You're ashamed, the game that drove you insane That walk puddles, snow and the rain With a cane, nothin to but shame And my momentum of the fast of rhyme'll get em tamed The pain of no fame, no again, nobody but the real K-S-O-L-O to I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L People all out there can Rhymes that I got, or write will For those who don't me, can go to H-E-L-L I'm from C-I, L-I, Like a B-R-I-D, in the Don't even to be dat's why belong to M-I-N-E I'm makin veche, some imitate Yo it, Solo here's to make parties sway People, I take any kind of losses Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources Like household utensils, appliances (becoming silent and fading away)