Lirik Lagu Mortal Combat - Big Daddy Kane
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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 that'll sting your face like a quick jabAnd I'm rubbin em in just like Vicks say I'mcaptivatin, dominatin, innovatin, illustratin, fascinatinMotivatin, elevatin, terminatin, mutilatinRhymes they're worth their weight ingold, bold, never sold to a bidderThat claim to glitter, you're so bitter like kitty litterAs for damage, don't tell me what another doCause I quote that I'm R-A-WSo make room, cause fighters are doomedTry to consume, and make your own tuneA grave from a casket, a tisket a tasketYou're rhymes out of basket, boy you get your ass kickedFor frontin like you hittin hardwhen your arms are too short, to box with GodSo don't 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 that's why meanwhileback at the ranch...There goes the asiatic chosen one that's expandin with a new branchSo many slept on the nonchalant actNow 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 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 can't understandAt times I gotta say to myself, "God damn!"As I get hot, and still be gettin warmerAnd I don't have beef with no other performerKeep to myself never bother anotherBut if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker!Frontin MC's that be tryin to ripneed to save it, and don't even play withme when I react like a volcano eruptinI step to you and say, "Now what's up?" thenevery word'll 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 ain't my styleI ain't a child that's why I don't 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 don't wanna throwdown
"you say daddy I don't want none..." --> Kool Moe Dee(repeat 4X)
I seize and freeze MC's 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 can't understandAt times I gotta say to myself, "God damn!"As I get hot, and still be gettin warmerAnd I don't have beef with no other performerKeep to myself never bother anotherBut if a rapper tries to diss I crush the motherfucker!Frontin MC's that be tryin to ripneed to save it, and don't even play withme when I react like a volcano eruptinI step to you and say, "Now what's up?" thenevery word'll 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 ain't my styleI ain't a child that's why I don't 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 don't wanna throwdown
