Mortal Combat Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

Mortal Combat 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...")

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