Big.. Daddy.. Kane!

 * fans screaming *

 [Big Daddy Kane]
 One two
 Can I get a stand? Can I get a mic stand?
 A mic..
 Aiyyo whassup y'all ready to party or what?
 * fans screaming *
 We gon' groove with this one tune for y'all..

 * fans screaming *

 Can I see the peace sign up in the air?
 You know what this is?
 The wrath of Kane, takin over your circumfrence
 Destroyin negativity, and suckers that come with
 the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor
 I thrash bash clash mash * Mister Cee scratch * and ten more
 Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
 You need a savior to save ya, so lean on me
 I'm playin rappers like a haunted ghost
 and stomp em out like a watered roach
 I slay my pray and they decay, I blow away and throw away
 so go away, cause I don't play
 Attackin like a psychopath; breakin rappers in half
 so feel the wrath.. of Kane!

 The man at hand, to rule and school and teach
 and reach the blind to find their way from A to Z
 And be the most, and boast the loudest rap
 Kane'll reign your domain! (YEAH KANE!)
 The heat is on, so feel the fire
 Come off the empire, all the more higher
 Level of def one step beyond dope
 You suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE
 Cause I can never let em on top of me
 I play em out like a game of Monopoly
 Let us beat around the ball like an Astro
 Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go
 Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff
 but it still ain't loud enough
 So Mister Cee let the volume grow
 so I can flow, now yo
 Juice Crew's the family, Slick Rick's a friend of me
 and Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public Enemy
 Blase blah, you know who you are
 The red black and green, the sun moon and star
 Knowledge of Self, degree of twenty-one after
 Peace in the name of I Self Lord and Master
 I come to teach and preach and reach and each
 with the speech every leecher I'm impeach
 Drop science and build with math
 And the dumb deaf and blind'll feel the wrath, of Kane!

 Marley Marl break it down!

 * fans screaming *

 Line by line, chapter after chapter
 Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta
 those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose
 Blow em out like afros
 Too many rappers have fronted to get a name out
 Yellin and screamin and jeerin but still came out
 Off the wall as butter soft-er y'all
 So you waited for Kane, to come after all
 competition, that bite and chew and crunch and munch
 to play me out position, you on a mission
 But stop lyin and tryin to front adventures
 Your rhymes are more false than dentures
 Freeze, as I get warm like a heater
 Bite like a mosquito, but still can't complete a
 rhyme or find the time to design a line
 or phrase that pays, so you down in rhyme
 I get busy from sun to sun
 Only twenty-one, untouched by ANYONE
 No one throws, bangs or blows
 All foes I keep em runnin like pantyhose
 They got soft and tender, front and they'll surrender
 I turned off more lights than Teddy Pendergrass
 Bring on the trial, war be my style
 but when I'm in effect, they feel the wrath, of Kane!

 Alright, pump your fists in the air like this y'all
 C'mon let me see the fists in the air
 C'mon y'all
 And let me hear you say yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c'mon
 (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh)
 C'mon now, yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c'mon!
 (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh)
 Everybody, yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, what?
 (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh)
 yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c'mon
 (yeahhhAHHHHahhhh)
 And say hoe-oh (hoe-oh) hoe-oh (hoe-oh)
 Say yo baby, yo baby, yo
 (Yo baby, yo baby, yo!)
 And just throw your hands in the air
 And wave em like you just don't care
 If you're gettin cash money and not welfare
 Somebody say, ooh yeah! (ooh yeah!)
 Oooh yeah! (ooh yeah)
 Apollo Theater, I love y'all
 Peace