Knick Knack Patty Wack Lyrics - 5 Classic Albums - Epmd

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 a.k.a., 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 

Aiyyo, I pass E the microphone 

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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 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 

Photos 

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 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'mma 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 

I pass (why E? To each his own) 

So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone 

Aiyyo, 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 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 (becoming silent and fading away)