How U Get a Record Deal?

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..