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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 knack paddy wack give a dog a bone (yo) I pass P the microphone
Nah black (why P?) to his own So knick knack wack give the dog a bone Aiyyo, I E the microphone
It's me, yes the MC Grand Who loves rappin, and to it I loyal I can't tell, you ain't up in my spell You on the other crab MC's that fell Apart the start, that didn't know 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 that black, make you real fat A real swinger, and a real cat Like a player, or someone on the accordion Producing crazy hits like, if I was Gordy and a tip, to show you how to rip A crab in half, and watch his flip So me, the E, I equipped Heavy ammunition, so I have to dip So listen, to this fresh lesson The way I drop it, and the way that I was So knick knack paddy give a dog a bone PMD (yo) I pass the microphone
Yo I (why Solo?) to each his own Yo knick knack paddy give a dog a bone Yo, I pass P the
As I take the stage, the fresh dipped gear I start to show off, with throw your in the air Because the I get, the harder I kick my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick Of my Bic oh another MC's lit Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip Cause as the thumps, VU meters peaks All pens and pads are drawn, as the speaks Because a naughty rapper, to steal the flow But the buck stops here, I'mma let you know No swingin, or knuckles, strictly Cause as I bust, crush, and then rush A sucker new jack, no if's and's or but's You roll with the times, we like to roll with Rush I drive a 'Ratti (I 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, whatever's In any type of weather, cause two birds of a Always flock So knack paddy wack give the dog a bone K-Solo, I E the microphone
I (why E? To each his own) So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Aiyyo, I Solo the microphone
Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit terrier Harder it sounds on wax, the more the Maestro though, beats for me So I can rig up a hit and get easily People, gather round listen to Yo, so I can prove, I'm the true Solo Too many suckers, bit my name in vain Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo To so places, other rappers faces That theirself Solo, I made em erase it I'm Solo, no lender or pretender Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo Duck MC's, my name and bit it boldly Put it behind they name and ate this up ravioli I heard on KISS, Red Alert and Chuck A rapper he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!" My man came over, and said, "Yo, I we heard you" on you you heard a bitin ass crew They bit my name, I want it back, and 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 Give me a break my My name stands for Kevin Self, Left Others My name's no game for those who to use my name In cause their name sounds plain I remain the same, my flow of style won't yo The name of the is for the real Solo to explain I know was where you ran or came I know vein I hate your name ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane That walk around puddles, snow and the With a cane, nothin to gain but And my momentum of the fast of rhyme'll get em tamed The pain of no fame, no again, nobody but the real to blame When I S-P-E, L-L, W-E, L-L People all out there can Rhymes that I got, or will S-E-L-L 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 L-I-N-E's to M-I-N-E I'm makin veche, rappers imitate Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties People, I won't any kind of losses Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and fading away)