Knick Knack Patty Wack

Lyrics

[Intro: Erick Sermon, PMD & K-Solo] 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 [Refrain: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon] Nah, black (Why, P?), to each his own So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a bone Ayo, I pass E the microphone [Verse 1: Erick Sermon & PMD] 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 [Refrain: K-Solo & Erick Sermon] 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 [Verse 2: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon] 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 [Refrain: Erick Sermon & K-Solo] I pass (Why, E? To each his own) So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Ayo, I pass Solo the microphone [Verse 3: K-Solo & PMD] 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