Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mortal Combat, artist - Big Daddy Kane. Album song It's A Big Daddy Thing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cold Chillin', Warner
Song language: English
Mortal Combat |
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 |
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 |
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 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 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…») |