Real Solo - Please Stand Up

[Verse 1]
My styles 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, Im the true Solo
MCs 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
Its 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 names 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 dont know which way, rappers ran or came
I know the vein and I hate the name
Shame, playin a game, theyre 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 Solos and weak Solos, shut the hell up
And let the real solo stand up
[Verse 2]
PMD got a call from Alvin, they yell
'Solo, theyre puttin your name on other rappers 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 theyre not it
They get the record and find out, the Solo aint me
Some get mad, bringin the record back
Yellin 'That aint 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 'Whos the real Solo?'
He sees so many fake ones, he just dont know
He offers you then suddenly stops, and points
'Thats the real Solo!' cause K marks the spot
Put my jam to theirs and it wont sound the same
The weak wick wack MCs 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 Solos and weak Solos, shut the hell up
And let the real solo stand up
[Verse 3]
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
Solos the best, put on a new rap prospect
What the heck, Ill deck or peck, or make wreck
Any rapper, who dont 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 Solos and weak Solos, shut the hell up
And let the real solo stand up
[Outro]
19-9-O, EPMD cold in effect, K-Solo
See ya wither, wither