歌曲 | Wrath Of Kane (Live) |
歌手 | Big Daddy Kane |
专辑 | It's A Big Daddy Thing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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! |
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 twentyone 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 softer 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 twentyone, 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 hoeoh hoeoh hoeoh hoeoh | |
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! |
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 twentyone 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 softer 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 twentyone, 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 hoeoh hoeoh hoeoh hoeoh | |
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! |