How U Get a Record Deal?

Lyrics

[Verse 1] On the Black Caesar tip, my dialogue Is just like a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog I'm the untouchable, never to be took out A Sexy Mother.. ooh, child! Prince, look out! I'm keepin' girls of all shades on my trail From a Sister Act down to a Single White Female 'Cause when I hit the skins, they all say, "Damn, Kane.. You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign" But if you think that lickin' toes makes me weak You better treat me like Freddy Krueger — don't sleep I write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymes Run in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin' roaches Point blank, I spell murder to a bum All you backwards rappers — REDRUM! REDRUM! 'Cause I do 'em somethin' awful, break 'em down to a morsel Makin' sure that you're no longer adorable Rappers get so quiet when I'm comin' That if they shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word from 'em It's sort of a tradition in Bed-Stuy to do or die So steppin' to me is suicide! I couldn't think of a rapper takin' mines Huh! I feel like Ali — "I'm the greatest of all times" Floatin' like a butterfly, stingin' like a bee Yeah, I know this ain't boxing, but that's still my pedigree But as for you, you have no appeal How you get a record deal? [Verse 2] Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed The way I shoot off lyrics like a firing range Breakin' out in a cold sweat, the death threat Gettin' more props than a movie set The smooth microphone assassin, rhymes keep blastin' Uh! I keep the body count massive But if you say you increased the Body Count, troop You must admit that you joined Ice-T's group 'Cause you ain't hurtin' niggedy-nuthin', so why you bluffin'? Tryin' to be the new Big Daddy Somethin' But there's only one, before me, no one is pitchin' Huh! You couldn't come Pryor if your name was Richard 'Cause I'm the Alpha and Omega Arm-Leg-uh-Leg-uh-Arm-Head, stayin' raw 'til I'm dead And to battle me — you shouldn't even try 'Cause with wings on your tongue, you still couldn't say nothin' fly And I don't care if you bring a crew And I don't even care if someone else writes for you Man, you could even be someone the crowd may just like But, shoot.. you couldn't see me with a bifocal mic Check my resume: Rapmasters, Word Up! Yo! MTV, BET, The Box and all that good stuff And Billboard from a five-year duration And see that I got more spots than a dalmatian Let's get down to bidness, yes, large You could bring on your whole squad, none of you chumps are hard! All that garbage you mumble ain't real And seriously, seriously.. how you get a record deal? [Verse 3] A lot of rappers today Wonder, "Should I ask Kane to write rhymes for me to say?" Well, you're goddamn right you should 'Cause my rhymes are like spandex, they make any ass seem good So act like you know, baby pop When I riggedy-rock the higgedy-hip-hop nonstop As I freak the funk and flip the flavor to flow The flyest, a fury full force in the flames of the fire Now! May these MC's rest in peace Because when I come to town, the population decrease I leave 'em finished, dead and that's that! Huh! Not even Pet Sematary could bring 'em back I slay my prey, they decay I tell 'em like Jennifer Holiday — no-no-no nooooooo way! That you could ever touch this No, you know how I feel? I think you bought your record deal