Wrath Of Kane (Live) Lyrics
| Song | Wrath Of Kane (Live) |
| Artist | Big Daddy Kane |
| Album | It's A Big Daddy Thing |
| Download | 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! |
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