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 keeping 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 ruining roaches

Point blank, I spell murder to a bum

All you backwards rappers, redrum, redrum

'Cause I do 'em something awful, break 'em down to a morsel

Making 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, sting 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?

Like shell-toe Adidas, ain't a damn thing changed

The way I shoot off lyrics like a firing range

Breaking out in a cold sweat, the death threat

Getting 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' niggity-nothing, so why you bluffing?

Tryna be the new Big Daddy Something

But there's only one, before me, no one is richer

You couldn't come prior if your name was Richard

'Cause I'm the Alpha and Omega

Arm, leg, uh, leg, uh, arm, head, stayin' raw till I'm dead

And to battle me, you shouldn't even try

'Cause with wings on your tongue, you still couldn't say nothing 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, all that good stuff

And Billboard to my five year duration

And see that I got more spots than a Dalmatian

Let's get down to business, just 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'd 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 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 riggity rock the higgity 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 emcees 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 prey, they decay, I tell 'em like Jennifer Holiday

No, no, no, no, no way

That you could ever touch this, no, you know how I feel?

I think you bought your record deal