Big Daddy Kane Mortal Kombat Lyrics

Mortal Kombat Lyrics

<>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.