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..