[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