Big Daddy Kane - Mortal Combat Lyrics
The kiss of death on a rap pickThen you get a slap quick, so guard it with chapstickIn other words, protect and hold your ownIt only takes one punch to get head flownFists of fury, suckers get buriedCause the kane got more spice than curryI am the flavor down on paperAnd nothing could save ya, from catchin the vaporsRhymes thatll sting your face like a quick jabAnd Im rubbin em in just like vicks say imCaptivatin, dominatin, innovatin, illustratin, fascinatinMotivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatinRhymes theyre worth their weight inGold, bold, never sold to a bidderThat claim to glitter, youre so bitter like kitty litterAs for damage, dont tell me what another doCause I quote that Im r-a-wSo make room, cause fighters are doomedTry to consume, and make your own tuneA grave from a casket, a tisket a tasketYoure rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kickedFor frontin like you hittin hardWhen your arms are too short, to box with godSo dont even touch cause I come with too muchAddress and bless any mic that I clutchAnd for a rapper to challenge my freestyleHe must be senile, and thats why meanwhileBack at the ranch...There goes the asiatic chosen one thats expandin with a new branchSo many slept on the nonchalant actNow wake up sucker this is mortal combatYou say daddy I dont want none... --> kool moe dee(repeat 4x)I seize and freeze mcs with these degreesPut me to my knees, or at ease, chillllld pleaseI break it down, to bring on the next actRappers are so full of shit, they need ex-laxSo stop griffin, your mind is driftinPrepare yourself cause I get swift andCaptivate the crowd but you cant understandAt times I gotta say to myself, God damn!As I get hot, and still be gettin warmerAnd I dont have beef with no other performerKeep to myself never bother anotherBut if a rapper tries to diss I crush the mother*****er!Frontin mcs that be tryin to ripNeed to save it, and dont even play withMe when I react like a volcano eruptinI step to you and say, now whats up? thenEvery wordll be just like surgeryCuttin you open so rush to emergencyOr even bow to your knees and belowOr get played like a game of nintendoJ-o-k-e-s aint my styleI aint a child thats why I dont smileI combine a line designed to find behind the mindSo devine the other rappers resignAs I go on, from night to mornBeginning to end, from knowledge, to bornWhenever rappers are lookin for staticLooks like a job for king asiaticAn-y, send-me, competitorsThen again, it might just be better toJust slow down you dont wanna throwdownI get busy, get you dizzy like a merry-go-roundFeel the wrath of a big daddy duel rhymeAnd competition, prepare for wartimeBe alert for where I drop the bomb atAs I destroy you with mortal combatYou say daddy I dont want none... --> kool moe dee(repeat 4x)I roll so bold with soul control the whole patrolOf folders molders towin black goldSo let it be said, let it be readCause I lead ahead, of others who rhymes are old as pro-kedsTryin to diss the big daddy repetoireMoi? ?You steady screamin out a antique segment wroteAs I just play em like a pregant roach and stomp emFor tryin the forbiddenYour rhymes aint hittin, boy you wont be gettinNone of, or in front of, cause every one ofMy adversaries, lack, you little son ofO-bit-uary column, and read your nameIf you ever try to step to the big daddy kaneSo any claimin or aimin to be championAgainst me? psssh, cant be oneI rank supreme and its a rappers dreamTo scheme and fiend for my technique but redeemCause theres only room for one teacherWise words from a wise manll reach yaI teach freedom, justice, and equalityPeace to the brothers and sisters and follow mePlenty poisoned minds of the people are oursSlaves, from mental death in powerThats the reason before I drop this bombI say peace to the nation of islam(make you say (6x) daddy I dont want none...) --> kool moe dee(make you say, say, da-daddy I dont want none...)(make, ma-ma-make, make you say daddy I dont want none...)(make you say (6x) daddy I dont want none...)
