Cassidy vs. Goodz

Lyrics

[Round 1: Cassidy] Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds Will have a shell in the pound Split your melon to the white meat with no melanin found I could push your melon in now With a pistol so big yo it could lift a hippo and knock an elephant down Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now And that fake-ass ice that you rock will not make the swelling go down Try settlin' down, we strapped, mad chrome to grip Last cat that had a bone to pick is a skeleton now This how a rapper that's intelligent sound Who done mastered rap, to smash a cat on SMACK I've been fiendin' since the Dizaster match Your swagger rap is wack, matter fact It's like a cat from Mexico that trap all kinda yay (Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat A holy shirt and a pair of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack You have a cat lick a shot? It's the spot where you grab ya 'Gnac I have a cat lick a shot? Niggas shot, the mag'll clap It's sad, I never knew where my dad was at so I had to trap I used to traffic drugs like CVS before GPS Plus was stuck in my ways (Waze) before I had the app I'm from uptown, but now in a different habitat Just to cut my grass the landscaper make a half a stack I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide Just dose off in a coffin and take a casket nap Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me I'm ya savior, it's like scripture when they hear it from me I snap back (snapback) so cats in this New Era can see No cap, I know that life a bitch but they ain't prepared for me See, before Love & Hip Hop I got love in hip hop Mona Scott should create and tape a series for me Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar) The ratchet that'll blow his top off I call Teairra Mari It couldn't be clearer to see, you not a goblin Goodz It's about a dollar, niggas could beat ya collar But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods You got it good, niggas can't be trust, if ya bands is up A man in some hand-me-downs will be like "Hands is up" Ante up, if I don't win then my family fucked And I was told, "Don't hold ya friends down until ya family up." If I bring the fish by they cookin', it's a fish fry My friends make the fish fly but they ain't playin' Candy Crush I don't do perc's or get Xani'd up, but I keep the smoke Some people broke, they money funny, don't repeat the joke Watch how you speak to folk Stay on ya toes before they on ya heels tyin' you up Fuck tryna sneak a (sneaker) joke My sneakers dope, but I ain't wit' the sneaky shit This sucker puncher try and sneak a hit this nigga dead Do y'all believe in ghosts? Reach in the stash where I keep the toast Then put a hole in ya gut big enough to stash a whole ki' of coke Keep her close, for a Tweet you post, you can eat the toast You sleep awoke I heard (herd) you count sheep for tryna eat the GOAT This nigga can't beat the GOAT with gossip raps If you ain't got the facts Why you spreadin' the rumor? You could get shot for that Shot'll clap, the fifth on me like I shop at Saks Cock it back and clap at ya dad hat, I'm poppin' caps I got the strap so I ain't gotta scrap But I'm punchin' every line, when I drop a rap it's like a boxing match You get the picture Goodz, screensave it You could get buried or cremated Goodz, you could pick a box and (boxin') match That line went over a lot of heads: stocking cap I'm wavy, came here to do niggas greasy—what's poppin' Smack? You got them raps, the unfortunate wanna take a portion And sometime tryna chase a fortune could take a fortune You could make a fortune off a cookie, I'ma school you niggas If ya chicken low maine (lo mein) go chop sticks at noodle niggas Give them the care free This cat act like he want beef he prolly lose his front teeth That might confuse you niggas But I wrote this scheme at Little China eatin' Chinese food I spit China, he food and I chew through niggas Pause! See Charles gotta trick hoes to get hoes If gwap involved it's easily poppin' off: strip clothes Big nose, look down the weapon nostril After you feel the steel I cut ya body up like how exercise do If it's an issue I pistol whip you Keep lettin' the pistol hit you 'Til them people wit' you can't recognize you Some guys try not to die but them niggas die too You see joy through the eyes you cry through Who in here believe in a parallel universe? (I do!) I knew a Jack that got high then got hi-jacked at a drive-thru It was at the Jack in the Box that he always drive to The jacker pulled the gat out his jacket and Jack eye's grew At life you don't get two tries, die if you try to You trippin' like a gangsta that's Piru wearin' sky blue I know a guy who hand missin' Before a gram of rock to use the hand he got to change ya transmission Man listen, some niggas transition I knew a cat with Parkinson's who could shoot a gat while his hand twitchin' A man take the stand snitchin' to reduce his sentence Need to be sure he can afford his funeral expenses A funeral expensive, that should worry you Gross money, they be startin' a GoFundMe to bury you You ever sat through a burial 'cause ya man died? And even though it's sad he just passed ya ass can't cry? Man I can't lie, this don't look right slime I ball, get cream (Kareem) like Abdul Ya bars (Jabbar) ain't off the hook like mine Look, I'ma shine 'til it's all over My car odor smell like raw doujah I'll burn gas like car motors Ayy I (A.I.) crossed over but play my role in Philly I've been (Ben) on point before Simmons got picked and rode to Philly I ran a pick-and-roll, you feel me? Had a team full of shooters that moved the rock I was ballin' outta control in Philly I know you really won't choose to box or draw heat And really shoot a shot 'cause you're sweet You fuckin' scared, I don't fuckin' care What you wear or what's on your feet Eat the foot long and when it kick you get six more feet Yo, I twist the pure leaf, I just got in some new shit Dawg (dog) is hairy like my shih tzu but smell like zoo shit I got a new stick I just copped for ya So chop at ya caesar with the K, I am Junior Mafia I'm too popular, never lost a battle Smack I made battle rap popular, you got popular off battle rap But let me travel back to this cat Goodz, it's a wrap Goodz This body is lookin' nasty: fat Suge A Shotgun'll have ya brain drippin' out With all these veins stickin' out like a bad rolled Backwood Watch ya back Goodz, I get my pocket tapped Goodz Ya Grape is in the street 'cause like Suge my pockets fat Goodz Ya squad not strapped Goodz Them guys by ya side will prolly get you bodied They front like they got ya back Goodz Ya squad not that hood I saw Charlie play "Swear To God" and couldn't swear to God his father not a rat Goodz What type of shit is that Goodz? That's the clique you got? It's sick to see it's not a mystery if he a snitch or not This bitch I got? Trigger pop, but she never smile 'Cause her and her baby sister baby sitter was a pedophile I never met ya child to disrespect ya child But I bet a thou' when she watch you die it's gon' affect ya child I could never respect ya style, you a true conniver I don't deal with fear, I've been ill for years, I'm a true survivor I'll pay to get you wet: scuba diver You try to ride, you be in the ER but ain't call an Uber driver The tool'll fire and lift him up when I hit him up Body bag, zip him up, 'til the coroner pick him up You the victim but just admit it, I'm dope Bitch I'm the GOAT Now spit that stupid shit that you wrote! Philly! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait up Hold up, I ain't done yo, I got one mo' What's in the trunk'll air (ear) you if I let it fly, Dumbo 1-0 [Round 1: Goodz] Before you started smokin' crack, your life was beautiful But we ain't come here to hear 'bout all the shit you used to do "I got 250K to battle dawg. Yeah they paid my fee." Well after such a big accomplishment You standin' right here on this stage wit' me Who gives a fuck? This card lit! Well I guess my presence was God's gift For this battle y'all see how long we waited? I held it in, sat up here constipated This 'bout to be some hard shit Hard flips, battle rap scam artist, nigga we ain't wit' the fraud shit Matter of fact, how should I bar him? That smooth Henny Goodz or that Tay Roc no cup Goodz? I'ma let y'all pick {Crowd chooses the "Tay Roc Goodz" so Goodz puts his drink down} [Goodz] We up here doin' this like you ain't get trashed already Smack hit me like, "Goodz I'ma tell Cass' get ready." I said, "Good 'cause the casket ready." How you The Hustla but lookin' like the customer? Man don't you know crack is deadly? Ayo Bones he broke, but got an itch for the white like the inside of the cast is sweaty You disgust me Custy You might need a battle rap crew Talkin' 'bout "bars is back" Man don't you know that's what everybody in battle rap do? Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who? Against Dizaster you was gassed up, delusional Swear to God you was doin' you No growth, you just stayed in ya lane Nintendo turned to Playstation, Genesis turned to Xbox Basically what I'm sayin' is nigga you gotta change wit' the game I ain't playin' Ayo! Ayo! 40 belows, little deuce deuce in it I been a hustler, hit the trap and go cuckoo in it Aim for the head, when you see him put two in it "Girl you wanna come to my 'Hotel'?" Until I send one of my bitches over to go and shoot you in it It's a difference between battle rappin' on stage And battle rappin' back in the days I mean ya drive good, but ya navigation is off You need direction asshole, but ya app froze You just trapped in ya ways (Waze) Cass' it's a shame You be wildin' ya little hoe How you want $100,000 for a battle but don't get a $100,000 for a show? See that's the problem, you still think you stylin' when you spit Soundin' like 2006 You not the same Cass', real facts, it's not hatin' They spoiled you when you was hot And you still tryin' to milk the game but you outdated This is crazy All these dealers with mug faces Watchin' The Hustla who once sold drugs now drug takin' When you was wit' Swizz It was the back of Phantoms gettin' drove in it But that Maybach was way back Now you got nothin' to show for (chauffeur) it Whatever I want I go get Paid for, I ain't owin' shit Drop a check, you in debt, that's why you doin' this whole event Now I see why you from Philly I guess you wasn't spendin' it well You movin' independent 'cause ya name ain't ringin' You let the label crack you like the Liberty Bell The Hustla, they created that image for you Nigga I was in the kitchen for real Beat every charge I ever had Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell Had to fire my first lawyer, you know how hard I fought? Y'all praise the nigga that do the time The object of the game is to do the crime and not get caught I'm talkin' mad racks At least a $100,000 in my backpack I can pay to get it done and that's that Cass' stacks? Low, you broke, it's a sad fact They say, "Bullets got names." Well my chips good enough to get a rapper face put on his bag like Rap Snacks I can rap rap The Hustla! The Hustla! He supposed to be The Hustla Man you don't know shit about 50 slabs up in the crack pack Writin' verses in the dope house, now that's trap rap Why you whinin' for baby? Make him take a gat nap Hatin' doujah, you ain't gettin' no paper soldier You Memph' Bleek'ing it you just wanna rap, facts Cass' ain't strapped! You wanna ride in ya girl car 10K I want him dead! Put some numbers up for his box since he think he a WorldStar Daaaamn homie In '06 you was the maaaan homie Until that car crash happened to you People, places, rhymes, you couldn't remember any Well headshot, this memory loss ain't gon' be temporary Who really look like The Hustla? Me or him? I done made a $100,000 off a Chirp You know that Nextel phone with the blink? OT trips with a brick tellin' my brother "Watch my crib. I'ma be gone for some weeks." Cassidy The Hustla, that's only known on a beat You think we give a fuck about a gold album? Nigga I really went gold in the streets! If you wanna keep it hood, let's keep it hood But I just showed y'all the difference of bein' good and bein' Goodz [Round 2: Cassidy] Listen man, if we battled before, I'm sure you lost convincingly You envy me, I been that dude In all of ya interviews you mention me I snapped before I rap in the industry In the street independently Battle rappin' the battle rappers that sent for me Eventually you gon' want sympathy, this not gon' go well We play wit' mo' Hawks (mohawks) You could die here (dye hair): Odell If you go to jail and go and get no bail, you'll go tell You so frail, I'm hard from my scar to my toenails I ball (Eyeball), no scale, and never took no L's You tried your hardest to be a artist but got no sales And oh well, even though Kells on 'Hotel' We met like twice over 15 years ago, I barely know Kells But know Kells dealin' wit' some issues psychologically It bothers me to hear the things Robert be doin' in privacy Do you be viewin' child pornography? You seen the sex tape? Well, you probably about to see ya daughter on his next tape! Goodz, if ya neck break, where would they put the neck brace? I'm a vet, been doin' this since VHS and cassette tapes Let's bet cake, if you made racks You think it's sweet? You could die from the rip bitch: Kool-Aid pack My crew spray gats and they'll use the gats They get the chance to grip 'em And they bullets got bald heads, clips full of cancer victims Ya boy go dumb but I'm a man of wisdom If this retard try to think of bars this hard it'll cause an aneurysm Grams of [?] get rolled up in backs pussy Listen, every damn religion more fiction than fact pussy Goodz look, I read the good book when them cats booked me Since we all sin I'm goin' all in if you cats push me This arson, I'm lit like the flick of a match pussy I'm fire, this league needed a match so Smack booked me But look, hold up, did you ever hold up a gat pussy? Real G's know how the AR feel (field), this cat pussy G.A.R. field? Garfield! You don't spark steel, that's cat pussy And you still eatin' females that battle rap pussy Let's travel back pussy, I mean "go back far" I was futuristic with throwback bars Facts dawg, I got a large house, a dog house in my backyard And even my dog house (got a backyard!) But dawg house small as my dog house without a backyard I'd rather stay out in my dog house than have it that hard They gon' dog homie for rappin' wack bars 'Cause D.O.G. is in the house, even white cats know I black dog This jackoff havin' swag a huge misconception In this profession dudes seem cool but it's just perception Remove the food from ya intestines, shoot the Smith & Wesson Then take off with this pussy cream: uterus infection {Crowd's booing gets louder} Take off wit' this pussy cream? Yo, quiet down so I can rap nigga So I can do this nigga Goodz worse than Chef Trez just did that fat nigga D.O.G. is in the house, even white cats know I black dog This jackoff havin' swag a huge misconception In this profession dudes seem cool but it's just perception Remove the food from ya intestines, shoot the Smith & Wesson Then take off with this pussy cream: uterus infection You should get protection, get shit secure Before you buy some Hen' and see (Hennessy) me waitin' for you at the liquor store I don't matter if I'm rich or poor 'cause I seen paper Clean paper in my new crib on 18 acres Plus you lie, you don't Ruff Ryd', my team major Bitch you 36 and been on my dick since a teenager {Cassidy gets water and Smack tells the crowd to hold it down} Yo this hater older than you think But I gave this Alki his first shot 'fore he was old enough to drink I be rollin' up the stink Big blunts, I twist skunk, I'm a steamer Nina my girlfriend, but the bitch could get dumped You see the boy, them thick-ass cheeks and big-ass teeth Make you look exactly like Theodore off The Chipmunks Bul don't get slumped, you a fan of mine If you trip I grip this can of mine and fire sticks: that's Amazon The Hustla a man that grind If you Snow White I got it in But you gotta spend or shorten ya short life If you bought white, you know the game If a nigga owed a change, I was taught a corpse get left I wasn't taught right It's not a game, I'll shoot ya buildin' up: Fortnite {Smack tries to get the crowd to "let him rap" but Cassidy has had enough and ends his round} [Round 2: Goodz] He just said somethin' about my daughter And for that I had to have a little poise You should be worryin' about ya wife 'Cause she look like a 12-year-old little boy Before y'all started smokin' crack ya life was beautiful But we ain't come here to hear all this shit that you used to do "I made millions with Swizz dawg. They all paid my fee." Well after such a big accomplishment You standin' right here on this stage wit' me Who gi— You know in battle rap we get paid to spit rhymes Normally Chico and Beasley call me But for this particular battle Smack hit my line I told him what I want, we hung up the phone The next day he hit a nigga back Now I have no moral to this story… This is just a few things I think about while you niggas rap! I don't hear you! Buy a Cassidy album in 2019?! I won't dare to! You ain't nothin' 'but an asshole that wear bad clothes Who been rhymin' the same for ten years Can't switch up his rap flows These industry niggas, when they career die, they be lookin' for a buzz to get hot Now they comin' over to battle rap What the fuck we look like, Love & Hip Hop? (I got somethin' you gon' like…) My new gun is a small one, but my old gun is a big Glock So I'll address him wit' the new Then war with the old shit like a thrift shop Blaow! I've been wildin' too long, big .50 cal when it's on Screw the muzzle and let it go… {Goodz turns his back on the crowd and leans over} …oh my bad, that's just what it sounds like when the silencer on Enough's enough! Ayo URL what the fuck is up? I left that smooth Goodz home tonight so fuck a cup Double up, Cass' you trash, get in that bag, snuggle up Or hop yo ass right in that box like double dutch You can't fuck wit' us I say "us," talkin' everybody that's real with this shit You came from battle rap So where the fuck was you when we was buildin' this shit? How you the king of it but don't do nothin' for it? I don't get that You'd rather take up front than give back Well here's the get-back How we feel about his last battle Smack? Matter of fact we can ask Beasley, trash I guess 'cause you was so good with a Freeway they keep givin' you an E-Z Pass "Yo Goodz! Why you talkin' like this?!" I made loopholes for gettin' cheese so let's talk about Swizz (Swiss) No, let's not make up a whole bunch of lies to get by Cass' No he didn't sign you over me, let's not lie Cass' When I came around you was locked up What y'all think about that? Truthfully when I was fuckin' wit' Swizz I was in the streets so much I wasn't really thinkin' 'bout rap But you disloyal You went to Carmello after you left Swizz to get cheese Now you and 'Mello got somethin' in common Both fell off when y'all switched teams How ironic? And I do remember when you had a large house with a dog house in ya backyard Now ya house the size of a dog house in a backyard You broke I'm investin' money, watchin' the Stock Exchange They Marvel how I still make the blocks move like Dr. Strange Whatchu got paid ya last show? Nigga that's my pocket change Yours went from pregnant to anorexic It's sad how your pocket's changed It was Beamer, Benz and Bentleys, you had to cop the Range You used to be the one ballin', now you just watch the game And we know about that one bedroom you had in Jersey, right Suge? I'll send some Bloods over there to pop and bang Yeah I'm talkin' HardenIt'll be more red in Jersey than a Rocket's g— You so trash The way you rap now is old Cass' But your fan base think you the old Cass' Battle rap gem (gym) liftin' the wrong weight to get ya body a whole cast You done pulled up on the wrong nigga, you not even a member Well I might get you in I got a gold pass But this ain't workin' out for you Liftin' steel? We gon' shoot, I'm on you, alarm troops Ya house better be bomb proof Or we can put them guns down and throw the arms too Haymakers, I'ma put everything in this punch like prom juice You lil' bum nigga You walk around ya house in an old Versace robe wit' one slipper Made an album called Split Personalities Until I smack them all back into one nigga! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Ya biggest hit single is wit' R. Kelly Well there's some questions I got here Like how old was the girls he was bringin' to the 'Hotel'? And where the fuck was you when they got there? Then on Vlad you said you gave guns to R. Kelly and compared it to a cheese steak Why the fuck would you give a gun to R. Kelly? Knowin' huggin' little girls was the only time he squeeze .8s I bet you he ain't want that .38 or that .40 cal filled wit' lead R. Kelly said, "Nah, nah give me that MAC… 10 Or I prefer that .9 instead." Oh y'all don't get it? Well this is where the fun come Cass' is from Philly R. Kelly is a child molester who had beef with Jay-Z Shit it makes sense why he wanted all those Young Gunz If you wanna keep it hood, let's keep it hood But I just showed y'all the difference of (being good and being Goodz!) [Round 3: Cassidy] I'm 2Dope, that's why you angry man But after you choke, it's gon' be some mad bloggers and a whole lot of AngryFans You a bitch, you ain't a man, I mean shit Even Babs know I'm the king of the ring, that was a Queenzflip You seem pissed, to get in the game You battled over 15 years for 15 Minutes of Fame I get the change 'cause I never lost yet I won a ton of battles but the footage hard to find like Norbes neck Or your neck This nigga fake but Hip Hop Is Real I drop knowledge, he couldn't drop gems (Jimz) Ya boxin' skills? Trash So I'll beat ya ass nigga, I'll box for real You battle rap so keep it battle rap 'fore you get shot and killed Most the dudes that Battle Trap travel strapped and cock the steel But I let it Fly like Vada, I come from Chopperville Why you mad as shit? 'Cause I had some hits and I cock the steel? I still will sell some girl to a Piperboy, I got lots of bills He a veteran but three Letterman on my cock for real I feel that nigga there should disappear, do a Copperfield {Crowd starts booing} BattleTruth a liar, that tranny rumor was not for real Silly, but if I really see that tran it's gon' get popped for real I feel how a monster feel If I don't see (sea) food, I'm on a nigga tail squeezin' shells, Red Lobster meal Grady hospital givin' beds out You uninsured you could use your 2nd half to pay the doctor bill I'm hot for real, you a fan Goodz Most'll toast the metal but the handle where I put my hand, wood Damn Goodz, you thought I couldn't, but I can Goodz The can' Goodz will turn you to a vegetable: canned goods I'm 5001-0 so nobody won more battles than me Before my battle with Free', battle rappers battled for free Fans travel to see The Hustla still This nigga still ain't do nothin', still no production or publishin' deal Still don't know the feelin' of touchin' a mil' A couple of his battles did a couple of mil', but the struggle is real You a fraud, when was you in trial? Other than that charge as a juvenile You never been in trouble for real You struggle rap, not 'cause you was in the struggle for real He struggle rap 'cause his raps I gotta struggle to feel Nigga I can knuckle for real, if we scrap it's a wrap I start punchin' off top, I got rebuttals for real Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock, then gave scar to my man Have four balls in her hand, she got jugglin' skills But stop by ya spot to cuddle and chill That's what you like yo? The type ho to go suck dick then kiss you goodnight yo? I'm psycho, Scarface with the white nose Go 'head and get it twisted, I get extensions: micros Push my button, I'm the type to let her off: typos Send the wrong message, I get the strap like dyke hoes Young M.A, I'm heated my gun'll spray 'cause my life goal You ever seen a dead body hangin' from the light pole? What type shows or concerts have you ever done? Sing out loud one of ya singles the crowd has ever sung Cheddar come to cats that's clever and I was never dumb But when you talk that real shit you gotta deal with whatever come Have you ever brung some drip from a different continent? To the U.S. knowin' you fresh cause you gettin' compliments? It's common sense, I got confidence off the strength of grindin' And since they say time money I got sense of timin' I went from the diamond district tryna find a watch To out Sierra Leone where the diamond shops diamond's shop Ya mom a thot, I heard she got herpes, her vagina hot A robber prolly make like $20 if he pawn ya watch On designer yachts I stay for days on the water Blaze cheeba with Lisa Ray, sip Rose with Kimora I'm a modern-day explorer, I travel round the Earth twice My Father Time and my Mother Nature, I know my birth right I been a winner since my first fight I want the smoke like a weed farm He only squeeze arms when his shirt tight Nina was my first wife, it was love at first sight She never bust before 'til I finger fucked her the first night It's like you livin' ya worst life, congratulations It's aggravatin' not havin' what you imagine makin' But when you this hot you ain't gotta have an imagination To imagine nations of niggas shot as they sit and watch Yo, did you ever go to Abu Dhabi where the camels at? And get a chick with a camel toe to ride a camel back? Or fly to Doha where they wear turbans and sandals at? I been in the street, went from middle school to the Middle East I been to Greece, Paris and been to Rome too For checks I just call and collect like jail phones do You lost to ICE, Jerome and lost to Rone too Don't lose your cool 'cause you got a daughter to make it home to And holmes you go to Chinese stores for fried rice Me? I fly flights and stay in China for five nights I'm high price, I'm a paper toucher, I blew cake Promoters try to rush us to Russia to do a few dates You only flew to a few states I flew to Kuwait, then had some shows in Iraq For the dough I'll fly back They let me fly strapped, long gat on my thighs I was at Saddam's house not long after he died I'm the best rapper alive and that's not for debate Why you slimmin' down? {Smack needs to tell the audience to "hold it down" because of the constant booing} I was at Saddam's house not long after he died I'm the best rapper alive and that's not for debate Why you slimmin' down? 'Cause I got in shape? I'm not gon' hate but you was real fat, you droppin' some weight But why ya cheeks still fat What you got some butt shots in ya face? Nigga get hit wit' the butt then shot in ya face! This not a multiple choice, gettin' bodied the only option to take You don't stand a chance, the camera man got it on tape This a homi, 'member that famous Johnnie Cochran face? You shoulda quit it (acquitted) I got the Juice, admit it, bitch I'm the GOAT Now spit that stupid shit that you wrote! Time [Round 3: Goodz] Daaamn homie, in '06 you was the maaan homie Until that car crash happened to you After the car crash you was rappin' 'bout God Cass' Then went right back to rappin' hard Cass' witcha fraud ass It was another rapper that turned to God from Harlem Aw forget it, you'se a hypocrite, face the shit I guess you blind to the fact But it's obvious ya eyes had mace (Ma$e) in it You delusional, I hate the shit I've been cookin' givin' orders in this game for the last 12 years And y'all just waitin' for me to leave it like a waitress tip You fake as shit Cassidy, take the brick, make it flip You'se a good actor I had coke so potent you had to wrap her good You just always been a good rapper For instance, if I say I run where I'm from It's because I gave orders for them to clap it They ask you about Gilly runnin' Philly You said, "How? What records he got out?" There you go still thinkin' about rappin' These other niggas from Philly they official You tried that shit wit' Gilly, he wasn't playin' witchu You tried that shit wit' Meek, he wasn't playin' witchu You droppin' diss records, these niggas ain't playin' witchu You back-stabbed AB, only nigga that's sprayin' for you Y'all mixin' up Foot Looker clerks with real refs These workers ain't official I was taught the ball through the foul play 'Cause you can't take it witchu For the weirdos still through air holes on a TEC (tech') and make it whistle You know what I hate about rap? You can be whoever you think Like Cass' ain't really sell no drugs, that's just an image he paint Well I can supply you if this nigga can't Yeah he made some rap money But I made some street money, let's hit the bank In battle rap, I'm a fuckin' legend though What the fuck you niggas think? Only artist to drink while he workin' I turned this shit to sippin' pain I'm talkin' HONESTLY! Stay in ya lane, don't get outta line with me Or it's a drive-by, my nigga Blow gon' sponsor the ride wit' me Y'all saw the movie Venom, right? Well despite a man (Spider Man) swing I ain't the same person when that monster come outta me Slide up on him with a big round like I'm in the driver seat He tried to block, I blast a shot through his Apple Watch He ain't have no time to speak I wanna say "Free AB!" A nigga who showed you respect from the gate My love go out to him, 'cause I really know how this shit go when they catch you wit' weight Question: did you even check on his case? Put some money on his books, give him some extra bread? That's crazy! The same nigga that woulda killed for you, you left for dead That's crazy! You look sick Cass', you look sick! I'm sayin' what everybody is thinkin' too I don't know if you doin' drugs or you caught somethin' But you look like poppin' pills and unprotected sex is not the thing to do This battle been the highlight of ya career for the past few years Takin' me was somethin' you was in need to do Actin' like you came back 'cause you wanna rap Nigga! You took this battle 'cause you needed to! 5001-0, we would love to see the proof Fuck the crowd, I'm talkin' to Barry Adrian Reese right now On this stage it's just me and you I was gonna DNA him, but I'ma let him keep his tooth Instead this chrome I'm usin', dome abuse him His head gon' need home improvement When he leave wit' a leakin' roof I'm The Hustla, coke spots, backyards where the weed grew Me and Swizz got somethin' in common I woulda left my bitch for some ki's (Keys) too {Crowd starts chanting 3-0} This shit gon' be hard to shake like family Dent Wait, I'm at the end of my third round And I ain't talk about that tranny yet Smack, I think you wanted Cass' raps to beat my shit Think about it, URL brought this battle to ATL A nigga who fuck trannies in a state that got the highest gay pop– Y'all motherfuckers think y'all slick Well I'ma give y'all somethin' to think about Let's let the tranny talk for his self, I'ma go bring him out {Goodz acts like he's grabbing someone from the back of the stage} If I woulda brought that tranny out You wouldn't know what to do nigga What the fuck I look like talkin' to a tranny? I ain't you nigga That situation ain't no play-play You ain't gay gay gay… (but you gay gay!) That tranny woulda popped out like, "Hey Cass', remember me?" I don't know if y'all know this But it's a lot of gay niggas in the industry And ain't nothin' wrong wit' it Just own it, don't try to fight it Have a talk witcha self Cass' like, "Ahh, I fucked a man and I like it." Instead you wanna be tough You done lost yourself from all this damn actin' Payin' to fuck men Man, I bet you went broke from all those trans-actions! Buck 50, bubble his face and his skin If I don't like him, that's when the trouble waitin' to begin (Suffocate him 'til he dies, then suffocate him again) Tell this nigga why Goodz always drinkin' when he battle ('Cause he's already celebratin' his win!) This! My! Shit!