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 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 nothin', 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 dalmatian 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 noo... way! That you could ever touch this, no you know how I feel? I think you bought your record deal..
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