Lyrics Mortal Combat - Big Daddy Kane
The
kiss
of
death
on
a
rap
pick
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...")
Album
It's A Big Daddy Thing
1 It's A Big Daddy Thing
2 Another Victory
3 Mortal Combat
4 Children R The Future
5 Young, Gifted And Black
6 Smooth Operator
7 Calling Mr. Welfare
8 Wrath of Kane (live)
9 I Get The Job Done
10 Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now
11 Pimpin' Ain't Easy
12 Big Daddy's Theme
13 To Be Your Man
14 The House That Cee Built
15 On The Move
16 Warm It Up, Kane
17 Rap Summary (Lean on Me) (remix)
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.