Mortal Combat - 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 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 
(repeat 4X) 

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