[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