Free Diamonds - Knick Knack Patty Wack Lyrics
[Erick Sermon]Yo, and special guests on my showis the K[K-Solo]To the S to the O-L-O[Parrish Smith]And me, the capital D, the O to CThe a.k.a., the P the M the D[Erick Sermon]And me, the E to the D to the Oto 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 boneK-Solo (yo) I pass P the microphone[Parrish Smith]Nah black (why P?) to each his ownSo knick knack paddy wack give the dog a boneAiyyo, I pass E the microphone[Erick Sermon]It's me, yes the MC Grand Royalwho loves rappin, and to it I stay loyalI can't tell, you ain't caught up in my spellYou dwell on the other crab MC's that fellapart from the start, that didn't know the artof rappin, to keep the people's hands clappinBut it's me, I know the way it should beThe flow slow, like me and PMDAnd that black, will make you real fatA real swinger, and a real cool catlike a jazz player, or someone on the accordionProducing crazy hits like, if I was Barry Gordyhere's a tip, to show you how to ripa crab in half, and watch his posse flipSo me, the E, I come equippedHeavy ammunition, so I don't have to dipSo listen, to this funky fresh lessonThe way I drop it, and the way that I was flexinSo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a bonePMD (yo) I pass Solo the microphone[K-Solo]Yo I pass (why Solo?) to each his ownYo knick knack paddy wack give a dog a boneYo, I pass P the microphone[Parrish Smith]As I take the stage, with the fresh dipped gearI start to show off, with throw your hands in the airbecause the older I get, the harder I kickUsin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flickof my Bic oh shit another MC's litlike a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tipCause as the bass thumps, ? ? meters peaksAll pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaksBecause a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flowbut the buck stops here, cause I'ma let you knowNo swingin, or knuckles, strictly ammoCause as I dust bust, crush, and then rusha sucker new jack, with no if's and's or but'sYou roll with the good times, we like to roll with RushI drive a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you ride the busSo get out the mustard crab, because it's time to catch-upAnd in the act of war, P refuse to let upOn a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's cleverin any type of weather, cause two birds of a featheralways flock togetherSo knick knack paddy wack give the dog a boneK-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 boneAiyyo, I pass Solo the microphone[K-Solo]Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull terrierHarder it sounds on wax, the more the merrierMaestro though, releases beats for meSo I can rig up a hit and get paid easilyPeople, gather round listen to flowYo, so I can prove, that I'm the true SoloToo many suckers, have bit my name in vainPunk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo cameto so many places, other rappers facesthat called theirself Solo, I made em erase itI'm Solo, no name lender or pretenderYo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo contenderDuck MC's, grab my name and bit it boldlyPut it behind they name and ate this up like ravioliI heard on KISS, with Red Alert and ChuckA rapper said he went Solo, I said, "What the *****??!"My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you"Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass crewThey bit my name, I want it back, and it's a factYo PMD tell em (damn you shouldn'ta did that)Now for the record, what do I stand forOne lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applauseGive me a break my brotherMy name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left OthersMy name's no game for those who claim to use my namein vain cause their name sounds plainI remain the same, my flow of style won't change yoThe name of the game is for the real Solo to explainI don't know was where you ran or cameI know your vein I hate your nameYou're ashamed, playin the game that drove you insaneThat walk around puddles, snow and the rainWith a cane, nothin to gain but shameAnd my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em tamedThe pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the realK-S-O-L-O to blameWhen I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-LPeople all out there can T-E-L-LRhymes that I got, or write will S-E-L-LFor those who don't believe me, can go to H-E-L-LI'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-YLike a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-YDon't even T-O-Y to be dat's whyL-I-N-E's belong to M-I-N-EI'm makin veche, some rappers imitateYo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties swayPeople, I won't take any kind of lossesBattlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin resourcesLike household utensils, kitchen appliances...For more information visit fanclub of EPMD http://brainstormlive.com/d/pg/groups/79615/epmd/.
