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 give a dog a bone (yo) I pass P the microphone
Nah black (why P?) to his own So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a Aiyyo, I E the microphone
It's me, yes the MC Royal Who rappin, and to it I stay loyal I tell, you ain't caught up in my spell You dwell on the other MC's that fell from the start, that didn't 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, make you real fat A swinger, and a real cool cat Like a jazz player, or 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 posse So me, the E, I equipped ammunition, so I don't have to dip So listen, to this funky fresh The way I it, and the way that I was flexin So knick paddy wack give a dog a bone PMD (yo) I pass the microphone
Yo I (why Solo?) to each his own Yo knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Yo, I P the microphone
As I take the stage, with the fresh gear I start to show off, with throw hands in the air the older I get, the harder I kick Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu Of my Bic oh shit another lit Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip Cause as the thumps, VU meters peaks All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher Because a naughty rapper, to steal the flow But the stops here, cause I'mma let you know No swingin, or knuckles, strictly Cause as I dust bust, crush, and rush A new jack, with no if's and's or but's You roll with the good times, we like to roll 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, clever In any of weather, cause two birds of a feather Always together So knack 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 Solo the
Yo, my aggressive, like a pit bull terrier Harder it on wax, the more the merrier though, releases beats for me So I can rig up a hit and get paid People, gather round listen to Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true Too many suckers, have bit my in vain Punk thought I was sleepin, but Solo came To so many places, other faces That called theirself Solo, I em erase it I'm Solo, no name or pretender Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly contender Duck MC's, my name and bit it boldly Put it they name and ate this up like 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 thought we you" Joke's on you you heard a ass crew 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, do I stand for One rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause Give me a my brother My stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others My name's no game for who claim to use my name In vain cause their sounds plain I remain the same, my flow of style won't yo The name of the game is for the real Solo to I don't was where you ran or came I know vein I hate your name 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 get em tamed The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the K-S-O-L-O to 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 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 belong to M-I-N-E I'm makin veche, some imitate Yo it, Solo here's to make parties sway People, I won't take any of losses Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and fading away)