Featuring K Solo]

[Erick Sermon]

Yo and special guests on my show

is the K

[K Solo]

To the S to the O L O

[Parrish Smith]

And me the capital D the O to C

The a.k.a. the P the M the D

[Erick Sermon]

And me the E to the D to the O

to the U to the B to the L to the E

[K Solo]

It's time P

[Parrish Smith]

To rip the M the I to C

[Erick Sermon]

So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone

K-Solo (yo) I pass P the microphone

[Parrish Smith]

Nah black (why P?) to each his own

So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone

Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone

[Erick Sermon]

It's me, yes the MC Grand Royal

who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal

I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my spell

You dwell on the other crab MC's that fell

apart from the start, that didn't know the art

of rappin, to keep the people's hands clappin

But it's me, I know the way it should be

The flow slow, like me and PMD

And that black, will make you real fat

A real swinger, and a real cool cat

like a jazz player, or someone on the accordion

Producing crazy hits like, if I was Barry Gordy

here's a tip, to show you how to rip

a crab in half, and watch his posse flip

So me, the E, I come equipped

Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip

So listen, to this funky fresh lesson

The way I drop it, and the way that I was flexin

So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone

PMD (yo) I pass Solo the microphone

[K-Solo]

Yo I pass (why Solo?) to each his own

Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone

Yo, I pass P the microphone

[Parrish Smith]

As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gear

I start to show off, with throw your hands in the air

because the older I get, the harder I kick

Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick

of my Bic oh shit another MC's lit

like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip

Cause as the bass thumps, ? ? meters peaks

All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks

Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow

but the buck stops here, cause I'ma let you know

No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo

Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then rush

a sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but's

You roll with the good times, we like to roll with Rush

I drive a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus

So get out the mustard crab, because it's time to catch-up

And in the act of war, P refuse to let up

On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's clever

in any type of weather, cause two birds of a feather

always flock together

So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone

K-Solo, I pass E the microphone

[Erick Sermon]

I pass (why E? To each his own)

So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone

Aiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone

[K-Solo]

Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull terrier

Harder it sounds on wax, the more the merrier

Maestro though, releases beats for me

So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily

People, gather round listen to flow

Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true Solo

Too many suckers, have bit my name in vain

Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo came

to so many places, other rappers faces

that called theirself Solo, I made em erase it

I'm Solo, no name lender or pretender

Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo contender

Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it boldly

Put it behind they name and ate this up like ravioli

I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and Chuck

A rapper said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"

My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you"

Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crew

They bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact

Yo PMD tell em (damn you shouldn'ta did that)

Now for the record, what do I stand for

One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause

Give me a break my brother

My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others

My name's no game for those who claim to use my name

in vain cause their name sounds plain

I remain the same, my flow of style won't change yo

The name of the game is for the real Solo to explain

I don't know was where you ran or came

I know your vein I hate your name

You're ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane

That walk around puddles, snow and the rain

With a cane, nothin to gain but shame

And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em tamed

The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real

K-S-O-L-O to blame

When I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L

People all out there can T-E-L-L

Rhymes that I got, or write will S-E-L-L

For those who don't believe me, can go to H-E-L-L

I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y

Like a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y

Don't even T-O-Y to be dat's why

L-I-N-E's belong to M-I-N-E

I'm makin veche, some rappers imitate

Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties sway

People, I won't take any kind of losses

Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources

Like household utensils, kitchen appliances