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   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   (repeat 4x)      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 column, and 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...")