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He has arrived, at the Apollo Big.. Daddy.. Kane!* fans screaming *[Big Daddy Kane]One twoCan 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 circumfrenceDestroyin negativity, and suckers that come withthe weak, the wack, the words, they're poorI thrash bash clash mash * Mister Cee scratch * and ten moreBlow up the scenery, I reign supremer, seeYou need a savior to save ya, so lean on meI'm playin rappers like a haunted ghostand stomp em out like a watered roachI slay my pray and they decay, I blow away and throw awayso go away, cause I don't playAttackin like a psychopath; breakin rappers in halfso feel the wrath.. of Kane!The man at hand, to rule and school and teachand reach the blind to find their way from A to ZAnd be the most, and boast the loudest rapKane'll reign your domain! (YEAH KANE!)The heat is on, so feel the fireCome off the empire, all the more higherLevel of def one step beyond dopeYou suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPECause I can never let em on top of meI play em out like a game of MonopolyLet us beat around the ball like an AstroThen send em to jail for tryin to pass GoShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuffbut it still ain't loud enoughSo Mister Cee let the volume growso I can flow, now yoJuice Crew's the family, Slick Rick's a friend of meand Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public EnemyBlase blah, you know who you areThe red black and green, the sun moon and starKnowledge of Self, degree of twenty-one afterPeace in the name of I Self Lord and MasterI come to teach and preach and reach and eachwith the speech every leecher I'm impeachDrop science and build with mathAnd the dumb deaf and blind'll feel the wrath, of Kane!Marley Marl break it down!* fans screaming *Line by line, chapter after chapterLike a pimp on the street, I got a rap tathose who chose to oppose, friend or foes I still disposeBlow em out like afrosToo many rappers have fronted to get a name outYellin and screamin and jeerin but still came outOff the wall as butter soft-er y'allSo you waited for Kane, to come after allcompetition, that bite and chew and crunch and munchto play me out position, you on a missionBut stop lyin and tryin to front adventuresYour rhymes are more false than denturesFreeze, as I get warm like a heaterBite like a mosquito, but still can't complete arhyme or find the time to design a lineor phrase that pays, so you down in rhymeI get busy from sun to sunOnly twenty-one, untouched by ANYONENo one throws, bangs or blowsAll foes I keep em runnin like pantyhoseThey got soft and tender, front and they'll surrenderI turned off more lights than Teddy PendergrassBring on the trial, war be my stylebut when I'm in effect, they feel the wrath, of Kane!Alright, pump your fists in the air like this y'allC'mon let me see the fists in the airC'mon y'allAnd 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 airAnd wave em like you just don't careIf you're gettin cash money and not welfareSomebody say, ooh yeah! (ooh yeah!)Oooh yeah! (ooh yeah)Apollo Theater, I love y'allPeace!more