Marley Marl
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Mr. Cee
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Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover
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Jay Zee
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Born True
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B Boy
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Hawk
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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The wrath of Kane, takin over your circumfrence
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Destroyin negativity, and suckers that come with
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The weak, the wack, the words, the poor
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I thrash, bash, clash, mash (* Mister Cee scratch *) and then more
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Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
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You need a savior to save ya, so lean on me
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I'm playin rappers like a haunted ghost
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And stomp em out like a wanted roach
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I slay my prey and they decay
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I blow away and throw away
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So go away, cause I don't play
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Attackin like a psychopath
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Breakin rappers in half
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So feel the wrath
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Of Kane!
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(The name is Big Daddy)
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(Here to bring trouble to)(4x)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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The man at hand, to rule and school and teach
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And reach the blind to find their way from A to Z
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And be the most, and boast the loud and proud
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The Kane'll reign your domain! (YEAH KANE!)
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The heat is on, so feel the fire
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Come off the empire, on a more higher
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Level than 'def', one step beyond 'dope'
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The suckers all scope and hope to cope - but NOPE
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Cause I can never let em on top of me
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I play em out like a game of Monopoly
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Let us beat around the ball like an Astro
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Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go
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Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff
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But it still ain't loud enough
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So Mister Cee, let the volume grow
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So I can flow - now yo
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Juice Crew's the family, Slick Rick's a friend of me
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And Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public Enemy
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Blahse Blah, you know who you are
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The red, black and green, the sun, moon and star
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Knowledge of Self is bein taught here on after
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Peace in the name of I Self Lord and Master
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I come to teach and preach and reach each
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With the speech every leech I'll impeach
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Drop science and build with math
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And the dumb, deaf and blind'll feel the wrath
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Of Kane!
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(The name is Big Daddy)
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(Here to bring trouble to)(4x)
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Marley Marl, break it down!
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( * the track is turned off * )
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Bring it back, Cee
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( * Mr. Cee brings the beat back in scratching * )
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Line by line, chapter after chapter
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Like a pimp on the street, I gotta rap to
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Those who chose to oppose, friend or foes
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I still dispose, and blow em out like afros
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So many rappers have fronted to get a name out
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Yellin and screamin and dreamin but still came out
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Off the wall and butter softer, y'all
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So you waited for Kane, to come forth to all
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Competition, that bite and chew and crunch and munch
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To play me out position, you on a mission
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But stop lyin and tryin to front adventures
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Your rhymes are more false than dentures
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Freeze, as I get warm like a heater
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You bite like a mosquito, but still can't complete a
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Rhyme or find the time to design a line
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Or phrase that pays, so you dine on mine
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And steady frontin and tryin to be a friend of
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You mgiht as well see _Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?_
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So just quit, submit and forget
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Huh, you must be on some new improved shit!
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I get busy from sun to sun
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I'm only 21 and untouched by anyone
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No one throws bangs or blows
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All foes, I keep em runnin like pantyhose
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They get soft and tender, front and they'll surrender
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I turned off more lights than Teddy Pender-
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grass, bring on your class, forced be my staff
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But when I'm in effect, they feel the wrath
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Of Kane!
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(Here to bring trouble to)
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Wrath of Kane
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| Big Daddy Kane |
