| When I first started, making records
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| They said I’d never do it
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| I knew I could, but me, I had to prove it to myself
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| So as I grab the mic on the shelf
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| I got some help from P and E, and Solo went for sell
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| Now it starts, so many rappers scream my name out loud
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| Suckers used to diss me, oh how they love me now
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| I used to want to cry, they used to diss me like
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| Friends, girls, even some family members
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| Would say I would never get off the ground
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| Now they tell the world my name as I hear my jam Spellbound
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| Some yell, «Oh, did you hear the new Solo’s?
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| New record was playing on the radio rap show?»
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| Some that know me, say «Nah, it can’t be so»
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| For the record Kevin Madison, is K-Solo
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| I worked hard for so long, but people used to tell me
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| «No one wants to hear your song», though I spoke
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| And wrote, until I couldn’t anymore
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| Kept rappin' and rhymin' til' my voice got soft
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| Then it happened, one day I finally seen I got paid
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| Entertainin' large crowds with the mic on stage
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| But what bugs me out about suckers who used to diss me
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| 'Cause now I’m makin' records, and everybody knows me
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| Now everybody knows me
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| Now everybody knows me
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| When I went to school, you know I played it cool
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| I never played sports and I was no teacher’s fool
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| I like this girl a lot 'cause I thought she had charm
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| But she told me one day, I couldn’t take her to the prom
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| Her moms and dads said I wasn’t her daughter’s type
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| It really hurt my feelings black, and got me uptight
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| Said to myself, why are they treatin' me this way?
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| Then I got fed up, and Solo said one day
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| I’ll make it with my music, you’ll wait and you’ll see
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| You’ll be in line, with tickets, waitin' to see me
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| Preform, all night long as I go through
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| Song after song after song til' you see that I’m gone
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| You tell your friends now, K’s big now
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| You like the way you’re rappin', entertain the crowd
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| And you were impressed by the way that I dressed and all
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| Glitter on my fingers, and chains on my neck
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| Get off me, girls stop ridin' me
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| In other words, don’t even flip and talk about me
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| You didn’t do it then, so why do it now?
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| See you yellin' my name, when you see my rock the crowd
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| And be the girl that gotta get this, pointed at the door
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| By the bodygaurd, the door where we exit
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| I can’t be with it, I ain’t stupid, I had one girlfriend before
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| But now my best friend is cupid
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| I ain’t goin' for it, so stop callin' me, honey
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| And tell my so-called friends I ain’t got no money
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| It’s tied up, some are locked in a bend
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| Yo Key, where is everybody goin'? |
| Thanks
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| For lettin' me know that you’re those kind of friends
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| Who want to hang on when I’m fat, but when I was thin
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| You weren’t around, nowhere to be round
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| You were with your other crew and posse
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| On the other side of town
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| Now you flip and want an autograph from me, see
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| You used to diss me, now everybody knows me
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| Now everybody knows me
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| Now everybody knows me
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| When I was just a young kid, and I wanted to rap
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| I got down with this group, who got put on the map
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| For bein' I was so young, and they were so old
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| They used to say that I was crazy and a little bit too bold
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| But I always listened to the group I thank for gettin' down
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| I even got my man named Jerry J and put him down
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| But they were jealous, they didn’t want me to be the star
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| They kicked me out the group, and named the group
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| They would cheese me all the time and say «Solo»
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| «Did you hear our record without you on the radio?»
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| I was hurt, what could I say or do, when my best friend
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| Jerry J betrayed me and stayed with the group
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| My mom said «Son, you’ll make it and you’ll see
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| They’ll get nowehere fast, 'cause god don’t like ug-uly»
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| I prayed, and kept my fate crossed
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| And heard Tommy Boy, had cut this group off
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| I wasn’t happy to hear that, but that goes to show
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| It happened to them, because they probably dissed Solo
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| And if they’re listenin' to somewhere around me
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| Fellas, y’all used to diss me, now everybody knows me
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| There was another in the group besides me
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| He left, his name was Parrish, from EPMD
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| Some got pissed 'cause Parrish got paid
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| And his records went gold in like 30 days
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| But I wasn’t jealous, and I was still gettin' down
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| His path crossed mine, and Pete put me down
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| And now I’m makin' records, I mean G’s
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| See? |
| Everybody knows me
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| Now everybody knows me
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| Now everybody knows me
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| Now everybody knows me
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| Albee in effect, word up
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| To the posse and EPMD
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| My money’s all tied up, now ev- now everbody knows me
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| My money’s all tied up, now ev- now everbody knows me
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| «Yo Solo man, where you goin', man? |
| You’re Solo! |
| What’s up man?»
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| Yo, get outta my face, man, or i’ll punch you in the artery
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| It’s like that «Aw, it’s out!»
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| My, my, my-my-my-my-my money’s all tied up, everybody knows me
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| My-my-my money’s all tied up, everybody knows me
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| My money’s all tied up, everybody knows me
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| Everybody knows me «Nobody knew you before»
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| Get the mack all mazed, word up
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| Everybody knows me |