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On the Black Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dogI'm the untouchable, never to be took outA Sexy Mother.. ooh child, Prince look out!I'm keepin girls of all shades on my trailFrom a Sister Act down to a Single White FemaleCause 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 weakyou better treat me like Freddy Krueger: don't sleepI write raps, ready to rip and rock real rough rhymesRun in rugged and raw, rapidly ruinin roachesPoint blank - I spell murder to a bumAll you backwards rappers - REDRUM, REDRUM!Cause I do em somethin awful, break em down to a morselMakin sure that you're no longer adorableRappers get so quiet when I'm comin, that if they shitted a dictionary, you couldn't get a word from emIt's sort of a tradition in Bed-Stuy to do or dieSo steppin to me is suicideI couldn't think of a rapper takin minesI feel like Ali, "I'm the greatest of all times"Floatin like a butterfly, stingin like a beeYeah I know this ain't boxin but that's still my pedigreeBut as for you, you have no appealHow you get a record deal?Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changedthe way I shoot off lyrics like a firin rangeBreakin out in a cold sweat - the death threatGettin more props than a movie setThe smooth microphone assassin, rhymes keep blastinUhh, I keep the body count massiveBut if you say you increased the Bodycount troopYou must admit that you joined Ice-T's groupCause you ain't hurtin niggedy nuthin, so why you bluffin?Tryin to be the new Big Daddy SOMETHINBut there's only, before me, no one is ?, huhYou couldn't come Pryor if your name was RichardCause I'm the Alpha and OmegaArm-Leg-uh-Leg-uh-Arm-Head, stayin raw til I'm deadAnd to battle me you shouldn't even tryCause with wings on your tongue, you still couldn't say nothin flyAnd I don't care if you bring a crewAnd I don't even care if someone else writes for youMan you could even be someone the crowd may just like but shootyou couldn't see me with a bifocal micCheck my resume, Rap Masters, word upYo! MTV, BET, The Box and all that good stuffAnd Billboard for my five year durationAnd see that I got more spots than a dalmationLet's get down to finish this largeYou could bring on your whole squad, none of you chumps are hardAll that garbage you mumble ain't real and seriously, seriouslyHow you get a record deal?A lot of rappers today, wondershould I ask Kane to write rhymes for me to say?Well you're god damn right you shouldCause my rhymes are like spandex, they make any ass seem goodSo act like you know Baby Popwhen I riggedy rock the higgedy hip-hop non stop, as Ifreak the funk and flip the flavor to flow with the flyestA fury full force in the flames of the fire, nowmay these MC's rest in peaceBecause when I come to town, the population decreaseI leave em finished, dead and that's that, huhNot even Pet Semetary could bring em backI slay my pray, A to K, I tell em like Jennifer HolidayNo 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..more