Epmd

Knick Knack Patty Wack

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[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...

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