How U Get a Record Deal Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

How U Get a Record Deal Lyrics

    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..

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