[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