Yo, and special on my show 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
time P
To rip the M the I to C
So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a K-Solo (yo) I P the microphone
Nah (why P?) to each his own So knick knack 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 MC's that fell Apart from the start, that know the art Of rappin, to keep the people's clappin But me, I know the way it should be The flow slow, me and PMD And that black, will make you fat A real swinger, and a cool cat Like a player, or someone on the accordion Producing crazy hits like, if I was Barry and Here's a tip, to you how to rip A crab in half, and his posse flip So me, the E, I equipped ammunition, so I don't have to dip So listen, to this funky fresh The way I drop it, and the way that I was So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone PMD (yo) I Solo the microphone
Yo I pass (why Solo?) to his own Yo knick knack wack give a dog a bone Yo, I pass P the
As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped I start to off, with throw your hands in the air Because the older I get, the harder I Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu Of my Bic oh shit MC's lit a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip Cause as the bass thumps, VU peaks All pens and pads are drawn, as the speaks Because a naughty rapper, to steal the flow But the buck stops here, cause let you know No swingin, or knuckles, strictly Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then A sucker new jack, with no and's or but's You with the good times, we like to roll with Rush I drive a (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus So get out the mustard, crab, because it's time to And in the act of war, P to let up On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's In any type of weather, two birds of a feather 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 give a dog a Aiyyo, I pass the microphone
Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull Harder it on wax, the more the merrier Maestro though, beats for me So I can rig up a hit and get easily People, gather listen to flow Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the Solo Too many suckers, have bit my in vain Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but came To so many places, other faces That called Solo, I made em erase it I'm Solo, no name lender or Yo, I am the the on-ly solo contender MC's, grab my name and bit it boldly Put it behind they and ate this up like ravioli I heard on KISS, Red Alert and Chuck A said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!" My man came over, and said, "Yo, I we heard you" Joke's on you you heard a ass crew bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact Yo PMD tell em (damn you did that) Now for the record, do I stand for One lonely on the stage, who gets one, single applause me a break my brother My name stands for Self, Organization Left Others My no game 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 is for the real Solo to explain I don't was where you ran or came I know your vein I your name You're ashamed, playin the game drove you insane That around puddles, snow and the rain a cane, nothin to gain but shame And my momentum of the fast of rhyme'll get em tamed The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the to blame When I S-P-E, L-L, W-E, L-L all out there can T-E-L-L Rhymes that I got, or will S-E-L-L For who don't believe 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 L-I-N-E's to M-I-N-E I'm makin veche, some imitate Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties People, I take any kind of losses Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources Like utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and fading away)