Erick Sermon - Knick Knack Patty Wack lyrics

[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 pa** 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 pa** 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 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 pa** Solo the microphone [K-Solo] Yo I pa** (why Solo?) to each his own Yo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Yo, I pa** 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 sh** another MC's lit Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip Cause as the ba** 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 s**er 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 pa** E the microphone [Erick Sermon] I pa** (why E? To each his own) So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bone Aiyyo, I pa** 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 s**ers, 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 fu*k??!" My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you" Joke's on you you heard a bitin a** 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)