Solo Rocks the House - K-Solo

Open the door, my DJ’s on the cut

Invited to my rap, or look, the door’s shut

All eyes on the man who runs the house

Or be small if you can’t take a, the on-across Solo

Pain is moved like earthquakes when mirrors break

Transform, even the dog house shakes

Rhymes of mine own many rappers presence

Vacate this, but still can’t be resident

Rappers’ll cave and try to get one copy

Trespass, and got arrested on my property

In my house, and locked up and no way out

What do they all see?

Solo rocks the house

(Solo! Solo!) Rocks the house

(Solo! Solo!)

(Solo! Solo!) Rocks the house

Cops met on the bathroom sink and tub

As Bally footprints cover the living room rug

With four rings, no rappers can answer 'cause

When cage collapses, chandeliers fall

Crap will break walls, celings start to cave in

From the living room, dining room, and den

Rappers’ll trap, MC’s try to break

2 rhymes and cuts, thats break, there, 5 escape

They wait in the crowd, with nowhere to go

They hide in the closet, so their face won’t show

'Til they get hit with shoes, and poles, and flows

That hold the clothes, and now the whole foundation unfolds

To the ground, rappers on mics can’t be found

'Cause punks are buried, nobody can ever sound

For those that with, is this, know what it’s all about

The neighbors tell the cops, Solo rocks the house

(Solo! Solo!) Rocks the house

(Solo! Solo!)

(Solo! Solo!) Rocks the house

Tricks are treats, so put my mic in the bag

And rap and serve with a hat

Now rappers want to round and brag

MC’s who perceive warning, don’t let me catch you

Sleepin', or yawnin' in the mornin'

I’ll be waitin', also takin'

MC’s out, on a rappin' group awakenin'

Read up my rap style, you never know you might

Get hit in the head with consecutive rows of flows

Beats go together like Clash of the Titans

Rhymes are hittin' harder like a punch from Tyson

I never found a foe too hard to fight

I might jump up on the wage of the stage, a poltergeist

Witty the ditty, think the pretty

Come off of jams, I’m flauntin'

And yell «They're from the city»

Well I’m from Long Island where rappin' and rhymin' is hype

Both you frogs, you disapear like bat might

Grab your dice, throw your roll, you crapped out

I grab the dice, now I roll C Lo

Nothin’s hard, for K-Solo to do

I’m like vodka, I’m Absolut-ly

Deadly, MC’s, don’t even step to me

As I cause death and won rap victory

Rappers fit the same descriptions, soft

They sayin' they’re makin' records

But rappers are still walkin', talkin', also stalkin'

Lookin' for a manager or producer in New York

And they might see you, ask what y’all can do

See you kick a weak rhyme, and flaunt your crew

Time’s up, your appointment’s through

You hear the man

(Don't call us, your style sucks, we’ll call you)

The problem what you know music, weak rap lines

You stopped at the wrong place at one wrong time

Some pray to god for one contract to sign

They name their posse’s name on the dotted line

You’re like to rest to me, say weak mind

So grab a ticket and number, punk, get on line

We can go rhyme for rhyme, hit for hit

Grab the bad mit, Ok, let’s play rhyme-a-hit

I’m at the bat, you throw a pitch

I take aim, swing a Solo rhyme, it’s a hit

So chase me with mitts like a baseball

Tryin' to get it, but drop the midget quick

'Cause I’m a home run hit

Bases loaded, quote, take note and

Four hit records at one time, Solo wrote and

I design the flow and rhyme something like a sketch

And dress it and press it until it sounds like Memorex

On tape, when I rhyme, I don’t rhyme straight

I rhyme crooked with zig zag and base

Some, rhyme, punks inherit their own fate

To be that crab, so that’s when I pass plates

To wait if, to wait for other crab MC’s

Throwin' them back in the ocean

So they can flow against me

They get an idea, some try to swim high

Get trapped in the bay or they get lost in the tide

Where I live, bigger and better try to bite me

Like Jaws, 1, 2, and 3

Blind mice, who doin' the louie, I kick

Rhyme crazy, never Hong Kong Phooey

MC’s are the same, livin' large

Rappers are frontin', 'cause they want to be stars

You tell two friends, so on and so on

And I’m gone, that’s the end of the song

(Solo! Solo!) Rocks the house

(Solo! Solo!)

(Solo! Solo!) Rocks the house

So flow production, word up

On the strength, PMD cold packin' an AK Mac 10

What’s up E?

Yo Mel, I’m out