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Intro 1
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Yo,
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and special guests on my show
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Verse 3
D, the O to C
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The a.k.a., the P the M the D
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And me, the E to the D to the O
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To the U to the B to the L to the E
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To rip the M the I to C
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So knick knack paddy wack
give a dog a bone
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K- Solo (yo) I pass
P the microphone
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(why P?) to each his own
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So knick knack paddy wack give
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the dog a bone
Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone
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yes the MC Grand Royal
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Who loves rappin, and to it I stay loyal
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I can't tell,
you ain't caught up in my spell
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You dwell on the other crab MC's that fell
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Apart from the start,
that didn't know the art
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Of rappin,
to keep the people's hands clappin
But it's me, I know the way it should be
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The flow slow, like me and PMD
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And that black, will make you real fat
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A real swinger, and a real cool cat
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Like a jazz player,
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or someone on the accordion
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Producing crazy hits like,
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Here's a tip, to show you how to rip
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A crab in half,
and watch his posse flip
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So me, the E, I come equipped
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Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip
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So listen, to this funky fresh lesson
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The way I drop it,
and the way that I was flexin
So knick knack paddy wack
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PMD (yo) I pass Solo the microphone
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Yo I pass
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(why Solo?) to each his own
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Yo knick knack paddy wack
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Yo, I pass P the microphone
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As I take the stage,
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with the fresh dipped gear
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I start to show off, with
throw your hands in the air
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Because the older I get, the harder I kick
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Us in my rap- fu style
from a rap- fu flick
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Of my Bic oh shit another MC's lit
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Like a Jack- o- Lantern,
on the Halloween tip
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Cause as the bass thumps,
VU meters peaks
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All pens and pads are drawn,
as the teacher speaks
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Because a naughty rapper,
tried to steal the flow
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But the buck stops here,
cause I'mma let you know
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No swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammo
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Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then rush
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A sucker new jack,
with no if's and's or but's
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You roll with the good times,
we like to roll with Rush
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I drive a 'Ratti (I drives a
Benz) you ride the bus
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So get out the mustard, crab,
because it's time to catch- up
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And in the act of war, P refuse to let up
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On a gonna- be, wanna- be,
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soon- to- be, whatever's clever
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In any type of weather,
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cause two birds of a feather
Always flock together
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So knick knack paddy wack
give the dog a bone
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K- Solo, I pass E the microphone
Verse 11
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(why E? To each his own)
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So knick knack paddy wack
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Aiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone
Verse 12
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Harder it sounds on wax,
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Maestro though, releases beats for me
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So I can rig up a hit and get paid easily
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People, gather round listen to flow
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Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true Solo
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Too many suckers,
have bit my name in vain
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Punk rappers thought I was sleepin,
but Solo came
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To so many places,
other rappers faces
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That called theirself Solo,
I made em erase it
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I'm Solo, no name
lender or pretender
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Yo, I am the Solo the on-
name and bit it boldly
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Put it behind they name
and ate this up like ravioli
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I heard on KISS,
with Red Alert and Chuck
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A rapper said he went Solo, I said,
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My man came over, and said, "Yo,
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Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crew
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They bit my name, I want it back,
(damn you shouldn'ta did that)
Now for the record, what do I stand for
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One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one,
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Give me a break my brother
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My name stands for Kevin Self,
Organization Left Others
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My name's no game for those
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In vain cause their name sounds plain
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I remain the same,
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my flow of style won't change yo
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The name of the game is for
the real Solo to explain
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I don't know was
where you ran or came
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I know your vein I hate your
name
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You're ashamed,
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playin the game that drove you insane
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That walk around puddles,
snow and the rain
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nothin to gain but shame
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And my momentum of the fast flow
of rhyme'll get em tamed
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The pain of no fame, no title again,
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K- S- O- L- O to blame
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When I S- P- E, L- L, very W- E, L- L
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People all out there can T- E- L- L
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Rhymes that I got, or write will S- E- L- L
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For those who don't believe
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I'm from C- I, L- I, F- L- Y
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Like a B- R- I- D, in the S- K- Y
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Don't even T- O- Y to be dat's why
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L- I- N- E's belong
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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 (becoming silent and fading away)
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