Big Daddy Kane

Big Daddy Kane - Mortal Combat lyrics

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Then you get a slap quick, so guard it with Chapstick
 In other words, protect and hold your own
 It only takes one punch to get head flown
 Fists of fury, suckers get buried
 Cause the Kane got more spice than curry
 I am the flavor down on paper
 And nothing could save ya, from catchin the vapors
 Rhymes that'll sting your face like a quick jab
 And I'm rubbin em in just like Vicks say I'm
 captivatin, dominatin, innovatin, illustratin, fascinatin
 Motivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatin
 Rhymes they're worth their weight in
 gold, bold, never sold to a bidder
 That claim to glitter, you're so bitter like kitty litter
 As for damage, don't tell me what another do
 Cause I quote that I'm R-A-W
 So make room, cause fighters are doomed
 Try to consume, and make your own tune
 A grave from a casket, a tisket a tasket
 You're rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kicked
 For frontin like you hittin hard
 when your arms are too short, to box with God
 So don't even touch cause I come with too much
 Address and bless any mic that I clutch
 And for a rapper to challenge my freestyle
 He must be senile, and that's why meanwhile
 back at the ranch...
 There goes the asiatic chosen one that's expandin with a new branch
 So many slept on the nonchalant act
 Now wake up sucker this is mortal combat

 "you say daddy I don't want none..." --> Kool Moe Dee
 (repeat 4X)

 I seize and freeze MC's with these degrees
 Put me to my knees, or at ease, chillllld please
 I break it down, to bring on the next act
 Rappers are so full of shit, they need Ex-Lax
 So stop griffin, your mind is driftin
 Prepare yourself cause I get swift and
 captivate the crowd but you can't understand
 At times I gotta say to myself, "God damn!"
 As I get hot, and still be gettin warmer
 And I don't have beef with no other performer
 Keep to myself never bother another
 But if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker!
 Frontin MC's that be tryin to rip
 need to save it, and don't even play with
 me when I react like a volcano eruptin
 I step to you and say, "Now what's up?" then
 every word'll be just like surgery
 Cuttin you open so rush to emergency
 Or even bow to your knees and below
 Or get played like a game of Nintendo
 J-O-K-E-S ain't my style
 I ain't a child that's why I don't smile
 I combine a line designed to find behind the mind
 so devine the other rappers resign
 As I go on, from night to morn
 Beginning to end, from Knowledge, to Born
 Whenever rappers are lookin for static
 Looks like a job for King Asiatic
 An-y, send-me, competitors
 Then again, it might just be better to
 just slow down you don't wanna throwdown
 I get busy, get you dizzy like a merry-go-round
 Feel the wrath of a Big Daddy duel rhyme
 And competition, prepare for wartime
 Be alert for where I drop the bomb at
 As I destroy you with mortal combat

 "you say daddy I don't want none..." --> Kool Moe Dee
 (repeat 4X)

 I roll so bold with soul control the whole patrol
 of folders molders towin black gold
 So let it be said, let it be read
 Cause I lead ahead, of others who rhymes are old as Pro-Keds
 Tryin to diss the Big Daddy repetoire
 Moi??
 You steady screamin out a antique segment wrote
 As I just play em like a pregant roach and STOMP EM
 For tryin the forbidden
 Your rhymes ain't hittin, boy you won't be gettin
 none of, or in front of, cause every one of
 my adversaries, lack, you little son of
 o-bit-uary column, and read your name
 If you ever try to step to the Big Daddy Kane
 So any claimin or aimin to be champion
 against me? Psssh, can't be one
 I rank supreme and it's a rapper's dream
 to scheme and fiend for my technique but redeem
 Cause there's only room for one teacher
 Wise words from a wise man'll reach ya
 I teach freedom, justice, and equality
 Peace to the brothers and sisters and follow me
 Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours
 Slaves, from mental death in power
 That's the reason before I drop this bomb
 I say peace to the Nation of Islam

 ("Make you say" (6X) "daddy I don't want none...") --> Kool Moe Dee
 ("Make you say, say, da-daddy I don't want none...")
 ("Make, ma-ma-make, make you say daddy I don't want none...")
 ("Make you say" (6X) "daddy I don't want none.
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Publisher: Reprise Records, WEA International Inc.

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Released in: 1989

Language: English

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