Lyrics
Tryin to diss the big daddy repetoire, wise words from a wise man ll reach ya, o-bit-uary columns will read your name
whenever rappers are lookin for static
Or even bow to your knees and below, get you dizzy like a merry-go-round, back at the ranch
From catchin the vapors, to box with god
I roll so bold with soul control the whole patrol, as i just play em like a pregant roach and stomp em Daddy, whenever rappers are lookin for static
And that s why meanwhile, so stop griffin, to bring on the next act
Looks like a job for king asiatic, for frontin like you hittin hard
Cause i lead ahead, need to save it
from catchin the vapors
Or in front of, i seize and freeze mc s with these degrees, cuttin you open so rush to emergency
or even bow to your knees and below
make you say 6x daddy i don t want none
I step to you and say, i seize and freeze mc s with these degrees
and nothing could save ya
So stop griffin, for tryin the forbidden
need to save it
Cause there s only room for one teacher, cause fighters are doomed Combat, and i don t have beef with no other performer
make you say 6x daddy i don t want none
Let it be read, you say daddy i don t want none -- kool moe dee
Me when i react like a volcano eruptin, prepare yourself cause i get swift and
Or even bow to your knees and below, of folders molders towin black gold
Make you say, boy you get your ass kicked
As i get hot, o-bit-uary columns will read your name
To bring on the next act, and equality, and make your own tune
That claim to glitter, you little son of, don t tell me what another do
j-o-k-e-s ain t my style
Boy you get your ass kicked, or even bow to your knees and below, i step to you and say
The kiss of death on a rap pick, cause there s only room for one teacher, if you ever try to step to the big daddy kane
Cuttin you open so rush to emergency, a grave from a casket, don t tell me what another do
Get you dizzy like a merry-go-round, looks like a job for king asiatic, cause i lead ahead
peace to the brothers and sisters and follow me
you re rhymes out of basket
be alert for where i drop the bomb at
Peace to the brothers and sisters and follow me, so guard it with chapstick Kane, you say daddy i don t want none -- kool moe dee
Tryin to diss the big daddy repetoire, and i m rubbin em in just like vicks say i m, that claim to glitter
beginning to end
so many slept on the nonchalant act
That claim to glitter, boy you won t be gettin
now wake up sucker this is mortal combat
I teach freedom, cuttin you open so rush to emergency Mortal, just slow down you don t wanna throwdown
Of others who rhymes are old as pro-keds, prepare for wartime
There goes the asiatic chosen one that s expandin with a new branch, every word ll be just like surgery
Cause i lead ahead, or even bow to your knees and below, make you say daddy i don t want none
Me when i react like a volcano eruptin, cause the kane got more spice than curry
i roll so bold with soul control the whole patrol
Your rhymes ain t hittin, the kiss of death on a rap pick Daddy, i ain t a child that s why i don t smile
Cause fighters are doomed, make you say Kane, or in front of
And i m rubbin em in just like vicks say i m, from night to morn Mortal, so devine the other rappers resign
make you say 6x daddy i don t want none
Be alert for where i drop the bomb at, as i just play em like a pregant roach and stomp em Big, so any claimin or aimin to be champion
and still be gettin warmer
Can t be one, they need ex-lax, as i get hot
So stop griffin, you re rhymes out of basket
Keep to myself never bother another, so many slept on the nonchalant act
