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
It's P
To rip the M the I to C
So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone K-Solo (yo) I pass P the
Nah black (why P?) to his own So knick knack paddy give the dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass E the
It's me, yes the MC Grand 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 keep the people's clappin But me, I know the way it should be The slow, like me and PMD And that black, will you real fat A swinger, and a real cool cat Like a jazz player, or someone on the Producing crazy hits like, if I was Gordy and Here's a tip, to you how to rip A crab in half, and his posse flip So me, the E, I equipped Heavy ammunition, so I don't to dip So listen, to funky fresh lesson The way I it, and the way that I was flexin So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a 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, with the fresh gear I start to show off, with throw your in the air Because the older I get, the I kick Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu 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 are drawn, as the teacher speaks Because a naughty rapper, to steal the flow 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 good times, we to roll with Rush I drive a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you 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 type of weather, cause two birds of a Always flock So knick knack wack give the dog a bone K-Solo, I pass E the
I (why E? To each his own) So knick paddy wack give a dog a bone Aiyyo, I pass the microphone
Yo, my aggressive, like a pit bull terrier it sounds on wax, the more the merrier 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, I'm the true Solo Too many suckers, bit my name in vain Punk thought I was sleepin, but Solo came To so many places, other rappers That theirself Solo, I made em erase 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 they name and ate this 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 thought we you" Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass They bit my name, I want it back, and a fact Yo PMD tell em (damn you did that) Now for the record, what do I for One lonely on the stage, who gets one, single applause me a break my brother My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left My name's no for those who claim to use my name In cause their name sounds plain I remain the same, my of style won't change yo The name of the game is for the real Solo to I don't know was where you ran or I know your vein I your name You're ashamed, playin the game drove you insane That walk around puddles, 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 title again, 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 will S-E-L-L For who don't believe me, can go to H-E-L-L I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y Don't T-O-Y to be dat's why L-I-N-E's to M-I-N-E I'm veche, some rappers imitate Yo f*ck it, here's to make parties sway People, I won't take any kind of Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources Like household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and away)