How U Get A Record Deal

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On the Black Ceasar 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 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 boxin but that's still my pedigree But as for you, you have no appeal How you get a record deal? Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed the way I shoot off lyrics like a firin range Breakin out in a cold sweat - the death threat Gettin more props than a movie set The smooth microphone assassin, rhymes keep blastin Uhh, I keep the body count massive But if you say you increased the Bodycount 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, before me, no one is ?, 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, Rap Masters, word up Yo! MTV, BET, The Box and all that good stuff And Billboard for my five year duration And see that I got more spots than a dalmation Let's get down to finish this 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? A lot of rappers today, wonder should I ask Kane to write rhymes for me to say? Well you're god damn 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 non stop, as I freak the funk and flip the flavor to flow with 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 Semetary could bring em back I slay my pray, A to K, I tell em like Jennifer Holiday No no no no no noooooooooooo way! That you could ever touch this, no you know how I feel? I think you bought your record deal..

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