Mortal combat

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 Moi? 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...")

Yo soy Reykon el lider En el remix Para que brille Con Ronald y Morron Los Mortal Combat Note dejo de pensar En mi mente tu estas Por las noches yo sueño contigo Mi cuerpo empieza a temblar Como puedes notar Y pasa cada vez que hablo contigo Pues la mente me falla El deseo me estalla Solo cuando escucho tu voz Los nervios al hablar Me ganan la batalla Cuando estas al telefono Y es que tu cuerpo me llama Vente por favor Quiero tenerte en mi cama Y hacerte el amor Y es que Tu cuerpo me llama Vente por favor Quiero tenerte en mi cama Y hacerte el amor Oh no Oh no no no no Y hacerte el amor Oh no no no no (Dicelo Ronald) Cuando estes sola Llama llama Yo llego a tu cama Pa hacerte cosas ricas Hasta por la mañana Yo voy con mi pana Tu invita a tu hermana Combinación perfecta Pa matar la llama Ya la tengo al punto Por eso es que pregunto Que estamos esperando Pa resolver el asunto Solos vamos pa ya Que cuando estemos juntos Le damo al creepyton Al blond bien profundo Te juro que no queria Pero por dentro sentia Que si no besaba esa boquita Me moriria Que de hace mucho tiempo Eres mi fantasia De noche y de dia Y es que Tu cuerpo me llama Vente por favor Quiero tenerte en mi cama Y hacerte el amor Y es que Tu cuerpo me llama Vente por favor Quiero tenerte en mi cama Y hacerte el amor Oh no Oh no no no no (Yo soy Reykon el Lider en el Remix) Oh no no no no Y hacerte el amor Y es que tu cuerpo a mi me llama Pa una aventura alla en la playa Pa casantenas mucha la raya Toy en Cancun y nadie me para Y yo quiero saber Como practicas esos movimientos Hazlo de una vez Quiero probar tu cuerpo por dentro Me pide un hotel Solo cartera de channel Luego un crucero pa Miami Pa que vea como eh Me pide un hotel Pa que vea como eh Es andar con Reykon el lider Escapemonos para que mi boca Pueda besar cada parte de tu cuerpo Y demonos Pasion y sexo En mi cama si te entregas tu yale Suelta todo tu cuerpo Hoy lo haremos a tu manera Con unas copas demas Y poco de tus besos Los sentidos se me alteran Y es que Tu cuerpo me llama Vente por favor Quiero tenerte en mi cama Y hacerte el amor Y es que Tu cuerpo me llama Vente por favor Quiero tenerte en mi cama Y hacerte el amor Oh no Oh no no no no Oh no no no no Oh no no no no Oh no no no no Y hacerte el amor... Yo soy Reykon el Lider Eh eh que no se te olvide Reykon el Lider eh eh Con Los Mortal Combat Yo-yo This is Morron alias saco ma Con RonalD el killa Reykon el Lider in the Remix Los Mortal Combat La 440 Studios Pipe Florez Digital Records Mucha calidad musical DJ Sack Poniendolas a mover el bote Mc Giver matando en el flote Directamente de la Ciudad de Dios Los Mortal Combat.com