Real Solo - Please Stand Up - K-Solo

My style’s aggressive like a pitbull terrier

Harder the sounds on wax, the more the merrier

Maestro, release this beat for me

See when I rhyme, I rig up bits and get paid easily

So gather 'round, listen to the flow

So I can prove, I’m the true Solo

MC’s grab my name and bit it poorly

Put it behind the name and ate it up like ravioli

OK, so I heard it with Red Alert and Chuck

A rapper said he went solo, I said «What The???»

My man came over and said «Yeah, we heard you»

Choke, son, you heard a bitin' ass crew

Some bit my name, I want it back

It’s a fact, P, tell 'em (Get The Bozack)

On the record, who do I stand for?

A 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 vein, 'cause their name sounds plain

I remain the flame, should my flow change

No, the name of the game, Solo will explain

I don’t know which way, rappers ran or came

I know the vein and I hate the name

Shame, playin' a game, they’re jokin' the same

They walk around puddles, knowin' the reign

With the cane, nothin' to gain

Shame, fast flows, and rhymes for Solo

Will get a rapper tame

The pain of no fame, no title to gain

Nobody but the real Solo to blame

Fake Solo’s and weak Solo’s, shut the hell up

And let the real solo stand up

PMD got a call from Alvin, they yell

«Solo, they’re puttin' your name on other rapper’s albums»

I said «No Joke», but your manager tells them

They put Solo on the record so all labels can sell 'em

People buy it, 'cause they’re not it

They get the record and find out, the Solo ain’t me

Some get mad, bringin' the record back

Yellin' «That ain’t the real Solo, I want my money back!»

He gives you the dough, you step to another row

Seein' a whole bunch of albums now that say «Solo»

Now you ask the man «Who's the real Solo?»

He sees so many fake ones, he just don’t know

He offers you then suddenly stops, and points

«That's the real Solo!»

'cause K marks the spot

Put my jam to theirs and it won’t sound the same

The weak wick wack MC’s say my name in vein

To say my name in vein is like a swear

I get ya at a party, catch you out there

Fake Solo’s and weak Solo’s, shut the hell up

And let the real solo stand up

Under pressure, some fess, 'cause rappers are less

And not a fat sex shakin' in a dress

Regress, while I flex for the press

They had rest, and played battles on stress

Some need a rest, some gonna agress

Solo’s the best, put on a new rap prospect

What the heck, I’ll deck or peck, or make wreck

Any rapper, who don’t come correct

To me the fake Solo is an ornament hung on a wall

Shot a killed, a trohpy in a tournament

Yet still some rappers still front and act hard

Put deep down, they know they fall against their own odds

Rap is like them, I love to destroy

And rub their face in the dirt like a Tonka truck toy

Fake Solo’s and weak Solo’s, shut the hell up

And let the real solo stand up

19−9-O, EPMD cold in effect, K-Solo

See ya wither, wither