Testo Wrath of Kane - Big Daddy Kane
Testo della canzone Wrath of Kane (Big Daddy Kane), tratta dall'album It's A Big Daddy Thing
He has arrived at the Apollo
Big Daddy Kane
One, two
Can I get a stand? Can I get a mic stand?
A mic
Ayo 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 circumference
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 supreme, 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 prey, 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 bush 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 en'emy
Blase blah, you know who you are
The red, black, and green, the sun, moon, and star
Knowledge of self, degree of 21after
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
Line by line, chapter after chapter
Like a pimp on the street, I got a rap ta
Those who chose to oppose, friend or foe, 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, 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 21, 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 yeah, c'mon
(Yeah)
C'mon now, yeah, c'mon
(Yeah)
Everybody, yeah, what?
(Yeah)
Yeah, c'mon
(Yeah)
And say hoe-oh (hoe-oh), hoe-oh (hoe-oh)
Say, "Yo, baby, yo, baby, yo"
(Yo, baby, yo, baby, yo)
And just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
If you're gettin' cash money and not welfare
Somebody say, "Ooh yeah" (ooh yeah)
Ooh yeah! (Ooh yeah)
Apollo Theater, I love y'all
Peace
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Writer(s): Marlon Williams, Antonio Hardy
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