Knick Knack Patty Wack by Epmd
[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 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
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