EPMD f K-Solo

Knick Knack Patty Wack

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[Erick Sermon]Yo, and special guests on my showis the K[K-Solo]To the S to the O-L-O[Parrish Smith]And me, the capital D, the O to CThe a.k.a., the P the M the D[Erick Sermon]And me, the E to the D to the Oto 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 boneK-Solo (yo) I pass P the microphone[Parrish Smith]Nah black (why P?) to each his ownSo knick knack paddy wack give the dog a boneAiyyo, I pass E the microphone[Erick Sermon]It`s me, yes the MC Grand Royalwho loves rappin, and to it I stay loyalI can`t tell, you ain`t caught up in my spellYou dwell on the other crab MC`s that fellapart from the start, that didn`t know the artof rappin, to keep the people`s hands clappinBut it`s me, I know the way it should beThe flow slow, like me and PMDAnd that black, will make you real fatA real swinger, and a real cool catlike a jazz player, or someone on the accordionProducing crazy hits like, if I was Barry Gordyhere`s a tip, to show you how to ripa crab in half, and watch his posse flipSo me, the E, I come equippedHeavy ammunition, so I don`t have to dipSo listen, to this funky fresh lessonThe way I drop it, and the way that I was flexinSo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bonePMD (yo) I pass Solo the microphone[K-Solo]Yo I pass (why Solo?) to each his ownYo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a boneYo, I pass P the microphone[Parrish Smith]As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gearI start to show off, with throw your hands in the airbecause the older I get, the harder I kickUsin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flickof my Bic oh shit another MC`s litlike a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tipCause as the bass thumps, ? ? meters peaksAll pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaksBecause a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flowbut the buck stops here, cause I`ma let you knowNo swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammoCause as I dust bust, crush, and then rusha sucker new jack, with no if`s and`s or but`sYou roll with the good times, we like to roll with RushI drive a `Ratti (I drives a Benz) you ride the busSo get out the mustard crab, because it`s time to catch-upAnd in the act of war, P refuse to let upOn a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever`s cleverin any type of weather, cause two birds of a featheralways flock togetherSo knick knack paddy wack give the dog a boneK-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 boneAiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone[K-Solo]Yo, my style`s aggressive, like a pit bull terrierHarder it sounds on wax, the more the merrierMaestro though, releases beats for meSo I can rig up a hit and get paid easilyPeople, gather round listen to flowYo, so I can prove, that I`m the true SoloToo many suckers, have bit my name in vainPunk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo cameto so many places, other rappers facesthat called theirself Solo, I made em erase itI`m Solo, no name lender or pretenderYo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo contenderDuck MC`s, grab my name and bit it boldlyPut it behind they name and ate this up like ravioliI heard on KISS, with Red Alert and ChuckA 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 crewThey bit my name, I want it back, and it`s a factYo PMD tell em (damn you shouldn`ta did that)Now for the record, what do I stand forOne lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applauseGive me a break my brotherMy name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left OthersMy name`s no game for those who claim to use my namein vain cause their name sounds plainI remain the same, my flow of style won`t change yoThe name of the game is for the real Solo to explainI don`t know was where you ran or cameI know your vein I hate your nameYou`re ashamed, playin the game that drove you insaneThat walk around puddles, snow and the rainWith a cane, nothin to gain but shameAnd my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme`ll get em tamedThe pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the realK-S-O-L-O to blameWhen I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-LPeople all out there can T-E-L-LRhymes that I got, or write will S-E-L-LFor those who don`t believe me, can go to H-E-L-LI`m from C-I, L-I, F-L-YLike a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-YDon`t even T-O-Y to be dat`s whyL-I-N-E`s belong to M-I-N-EI`m makin veche, some rappers imitateYo f*ck it, Solo here`s to make parties swayPeople, I won`t take any kind of lossesBattlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resourcesLike household utensils, kitchen appliances...

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