Marley Marl

Mr. Cee

Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover

Jay Zee

Born True

B Boy

Hawk



[ VERSE 1 ]

The wrath of Kane, takin over your circumfrence

Destroyin negativity, and suckers that come with

The weak, the wack, the words, the poor

I thrash, bash, clash, mash (* Mister Cee scratch *) and then 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 wanted roach

I slay my prey 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 name is Big Daddy)

(Here to bring trouble to)	(4x)



[ VERSE 2 ]

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 loud and proud

The Kane'll reign your domain!  (YEAH KANE!)

The heat is on, so feel the fire

Come off the empire, on a more higher

Level than 'def', one step beyond 'dope'

The 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

Blahse Blah, you know who you are

The red, black and green, the sun, moon and star

Knowledge of Self is bein taught here on after

Peace in the name of I Self Lord and Master

I come to teach and preach and reach each

With the speech every leech I'll impeach

Drop science and build with math

And the dumb, deaf and blind'll feel the wrath

Of Kane!



(The name is Big Daddy)

(Here to bring trouble to)	(4x)



Marley Marl, break it down!



( * the track is turned off * )



Bring it back, Cee



( * Mr. Cee brings the beat back in scratching * )



[ VERSE 3 ]

Line by line, chapter after chapter

Like a pimp on the street, I gotta rap to

Those who chose to oppose, friend or foes 

I still dispose, and blow em out like afros

So many rappers have fronted to get a name out

Yellin and screamin and dreamin but still came out

Off the wall and butter softer, y'all

So you waited for Kane, to come forth to 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

You 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 dine on mine

And steady frontin and tryin to be a friend of

You mgiht as well see _Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?_

So just quit, submit and forget

Huh, you must be on some new improved shit!

I get busy from sun to sun

I'm only 21 and untouched by anyone

No one throws bangs or blows

All foes, I keep em runnin like pantyhose

They get soft and tender, front and they'll surrender

I turned off more lights than Teddy Pender-

grass, bring on your class, forced be my staff

But when I'm in effect, they feel the wrath

Of Kane!



(Here to bring trouble to)