He has arrived, at the Apollo  Big.. Daddy.. Kane!    * fans screaming *    [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?  * fans screaming *  We gon' groove with this one tune for y'all..    * fans screaming *    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!    * fans screaming *    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)  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!)  Oooh yeah! (ooh yeah)  Apollo Theater, I love y'all  Peace!