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    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  
    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.

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