Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrath of Kane, 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
Record label: Cold Chillin', Warner
Song language: English
Wrath of Kane |
He has arrived, at the Apollo |
Big. |
Daddy. |
Kane! |
One two |
Can I get a stand? |
Can I get a mic stand? |
A mic. |
Aiyyo whassup y’all ready to party or what? |
We gon' groove with this one tune for y’all. |
Can I see the peace sign up in the air? |
You know what this is? |
The wrath of Kane, takin over your circumfrence |
Destroyin negativity, and suckers that come with |
The weak, the wack, the words, they’re poor |
I thrash bash clash mash * Mister Cee scratch * and ten more |
Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see |
You need a savior to save ya, so lean on me |
I’m playin rappers like a haunted ghost |
And stomp em out like a watered roach |
I slay my pray and they decay, I blow away and throw away |
So go away, cause I don’t play |
Attackin like a psychopath; |
breakin rappers in half |
So feel the wrath. |
of Kane! |
The man at hand, to rule and school and teach |
And reach the blind to find their way from A to Z |
And be the most, and boast the loudest rap |
Kane’ll reign your domain! |
(YEAH KANE!) |
The heat is on, so feel the fire |
Come off the empire, all the more higher |
Level of def one step beyond dope |
You suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE |
Cause I can never let em on top of me |
I play em out like a game of Monopoly |
Let us beat around the ball like an Astro |
Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go |
Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff |
But it still ain’t loud enough |
So Mister Cee let the volume grow |
So I can flow, now yo |
Juice Crew’s the family, Slick Rick’s a friend of me |
And Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public Enemy |
Blase blah, you know who you are |
The red black and green, the sun moon and star |
Knowledge of Self, degree of twenty-one after |
Peace in the name of I Self Lord and Master |
I come to teach and preach and reach and each |
With the speech every leecher I’m impeach |
Drop science and build with math |
And the dumb deaf and blind’ll feel the wrath, of Kane! |
Marley Marl break it down! |
Line by line, chapter after chapter |
Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta |
Those who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still dispose |
Blow em out like afros |
Too many rappers have fronted to get a name out |
Yellin and screamin and jeerin but still came out |
Off the wall as butter soft-er y’all |
So you waited for Kane, to come after all |
Competition, that bite and chew and crunch and munch |
To play me out position, you on a mission |
But stop lyin and tryin to front adventures |
Your rhymes are more false than dentures |
Freeze, as I get warm like a heater |
Bite like a mosquito, but still can’t complete a |
Rhyme or find the time to design a line |
Or phrase that pays, so you down in rhyme |
I get busy from sun to sun |
Only twenty-one, untouched by ANYONE |
No one throws, bangs or blows |
All foes I keep em runnin like pantyhose |
They got soft and tender, front and they’ll surrender |
I turned off more lights than Teddy Pendergrass |
Bring on the trial, war be my style |
But when I’m in effect, they feel the wrath, of Kane! |
Alright, pump your fists in the air like this y’all |
C’mon let me see the fists in the air |
C’mon y’all |
And let me hear you say yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c’mon |
(yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) |
C’mon now, yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c’mon! |
(yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) |
Everybody, yeahhhAHHHHahhhh, what? |
(yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) |
YeahhhAHHHHahhhh, c’mon |
(yeahhhAHHHHahhhh) |
And say hoe-oh (hoe-oh) hoe-oh (hoe-oh) |