Solo Rocks The House
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Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo, solo
Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo
Open the door, my DJ's on the cut
Invited to my rap off look the door shuts
All eyes on the man who runs the house
So we can sport the caretaker, the owner called Solo
Things move like earthquakes when mirrors break
Chairs fall, even the dog house shakes
Rhymes of mine go in many rappers' presents
They kick gifts but still can't leave presents
Rappers who came and try to get one copy
Trespass and got arrested on my property
In my house, they're locked up with no way out
What do they all see? Solo rocks the house
Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo, solo
Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo
Cosmetics form the bathroom sink and tub
As Bally footprints cover the living room rug
The phone rings but rappers can't answer calls
When gates collapse and chandeliers fall
Crack will break walls, ceilings start to cave in
From the living room, dining room, and den
Rappers are trapped, MCs try to break
To rhymes and cuts that break down five 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
Now hold the clothes, and now the whole foundation unfolds
To the ground, rappers with mics can't be found
'Cause punks are buried, nobody can hear a sound
For those that witness this know what it's all about
'Til neighbors tell the cops, Solo rocks the house
Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo, solo
Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo
Tricks retreat, so put my mic in the bag
Some rappers heard what I had, now rappers run around and brag
MCs who receive my warnings
Don't let me catch you sleepin' or yawnin' in the mornin'
I'll be waitin', also takin'
MCs out on a rap recruit awakenin'
Where does my rap stop? You never know
You might get hit in the head with consecutive rows of flows
Beats fall together like Clash of the Titans
Rhymes are hittin' harder than a punch from Tyson
I never found a foe with heart to fight
I might jump in a rage on the stage, a poltergeist
Witty, the ditty, the thing, the pretty
Come off with jams and flaunt and yell they're from the city
But I'm from Long Island where rhymin' and rappin' is hype
For your frogs, you disappear like bat might
Grab your dice and roll your roll
You crapped out, I grabbed your dice, now I roll cee-lo
Nothin's hard for K-Solo to do
I'm like vodka, oh, I'm absolutely
Deadly, MCs don't even step to me
As I cause death in one rap victory
Rappers spit the same scripts and talk
And sayin' they're makin' records but rappers are still walkin'
Talkin', also stalkin'
Lookin' for a manager or producer in New York and
The man might see you, ask what y'all could do
'Til 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 was your no music, weak rap line
You stopped at the wrong place at one wrong time
Some pray to God for one contract to sign
They meant the posse's name on the dotted line
Your life's a rest to me, same weak mind
So grab a ticket and number, punk, get on line
We can go rhyme for rhyme, hit for hit
Grab the bat mitt, okay, let's play rhyme a hit
I'm at the bat, you throw a pitch
I take aim to swing a Solo rhyme, it's a hit
So chase it with mitts like a baseball, tryna get it
But drop the mitts and quit 'cause I'm a home run hit
Bases loaded, quote, take note, and
Four hit records at one time Solo wrote and
I design a flow and rhyme somethin' like a sketch
And dress it and press it 'til it sounds like Memorex
On tape, when I rhyme, I don't rhyme straight
I rhyme crooked with zigzag and bass
Some rhyme punks inherit their own fate
To be that crab, so that's when I pass plates
To waders who wait for other crab MCs
Throwin' them back in the ocean so they can flow against me
They get an idea, some try to swim high
They're trapped in the bay or they get lost in the tide
Where I live, bigger and better try to bite me
Like Jaws one, two, and three
Blind mice, who doin' your Louie?
I kick rhyme crazy, never hum cum phooey
MCs ought to say they're livin' large
Rappers are frontin' 'cause they wanna be stars
You tell two friends, so on and so on and so on
And I'm gone and that's the end of the song
Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo, solo
Solo, solo, rocks the house
Solo
Slow Flow Productions, word up
On the strength, PMD cold packin' an AK MAC-10
What's up, E?
Yo Mel, I'm out