Mortal Combat

[Verse 1: 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 ya head flown

Fists of fury, suckers get buried

'Cause the Kane got more spice than curry

I am the flavor down on paper

And nothin' 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 salve

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 tomb

A grave or 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...

The brother Asiatic chosen one is expandin' with a new branch

So many slept on the nonchalant act

Now wake up, sucker, this is mortal combat!

[Hook: Kool Moe Dee]

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

[Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane]

I seize and freeze MC's with these degrees

Put me to my knees, or at ease? Chiiiillld, 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 riff

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 bend low

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 divine, the other rappers need 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

N-E, send me competitors

Then again, it might just be better to

Just slow down, you don't wanna throw-down

I get busy, get you dizzy like a merry-go-round

Feel the wrath of a Big Daddy raw rhyme

And competition, prepare for wartime

Be alert for where I drop the bomb at

As I destroy you with mortal combat

[Hook: Kool Moe Dee]

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

Make you say, daddy, I don't want none...

[Verse 3: Big Daddy Kane]

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 whose rhymes are old as Pro-Keds

Tryin' to diss the Big Daddy repertoire? Moi?!

You steady screamin' out a antique segment wrote

As I just play 'em like a pregnant 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 columns will 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 won

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 that 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

[Outro: Kool Moe Dee]

("Make you say" (6X) "daddy I don't want none...")

("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...")