歌曲 | Knick Knack Patty Wack |
歌手 | EPMD |
专辑 | Unfinished Business (Explicit) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sermon, Smith | |
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... |
zuo ci : Sermon, Smith | |
Yo, and special guests on my show | |
is the K | |
KSolo | |
To the S to the OLO | |
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 | |
KSolo | |
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 | |
KSolo | |
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 | |
KSolo | |
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 rapfu style from a rapfu flick | |
of my Bic oh shit another MC' s lit | |
like a JackoLantern, on the Halloween tip | |
Cause as the bass thumps, nbsp? nbsp? 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 catchup | |
And in the act of war, P refuse to let up | |
On a gonnabe, wannabe, soontobe, 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 | |
KSolo, 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 | |
KSolo | |
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 only 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 | |
KSOLO to blame | |
When I SPE, LL, very WE, LL | |
People all out there can TELL | |
Rhymes that I got, or write will SELL | |
For those who don' t believe me, can go to HELL | |
I' m from CI, LI, FLY | |
Like a BRID, in the SKY | |
Don' t even TOY to be dat' s why | |
LINE' s belong to MINE | |
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... |
zuò cí : Sermon, Smith | |
Yo, and special guests on my show | |
is the K | |
KSolo | |
To the S to the OLO | |
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 | |
KSolo | |
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 | |
KSolo | |
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 | |
KSolo | |
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 rapfu style from a rapfu flick | |
of my Bic oh shit another MC' s lit | |
like a JackoLantern, on the Halloween tip | |
Cause as the bass thumps, nbsp? nbsp? 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 catchup | |
And in the act of war, P refuse to let up | |
On a gonnabe, wannabe, soontobe, 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 | |
KSolo, 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 | |
KSolo | |
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 only 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 | |
KSOLO to blame | |
When I SPE, LL, very WE, LL | |
People all out there can TELL | |
Rhymes that I got, or write will SELL | |
For those who don' t believe me, can go to HELL | |
I' m from CI, LI, FLY | |
Like a BRID, in the SKY | |
Don' t even TOY to be dat' s why | |
LINE' s belong to MINE | |
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... |