Knick Knack Patty Wack

Yo, and special guests on my show

Is the K to the S to the O-L-O

And me, the capital D, the O to C

The AKA, 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 time, P, to rip the M the I to C

So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone

K-Solo (Yo), I pass P the microphone

Nah, black (Why, P?), to each his own

So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone

Ayo, I pass E the microphone

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 MCs 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 phat

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 and

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

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

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, VU meters peak

All pens and pads are drawn as the teacher speaks

Because a naive 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 ifs, ands or buts

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

I pass (Why, E? To each his own)

So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone

Ayo, I pass Solo the microphone

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 my 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 their self Solo, I made 'em erase it

I'm Solo, no name lender or pretender

Yo, I am the Solo the only solo contender

Duck MCs 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't have 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, that's why

L-I-N-Es belong to M-I-N-E

I'm makin' veche, some rappers imitate

Yo, **** 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