Cassidy - Cosmic Kev Freestyle lyrics

They say your word is everything
Everything in whose eyes
Guys confuse lies with the truth
The truth of true lies
My two eyes seen plenty of dudes die
But I survive
You guys can't walk in my shoes
I'm not your shoe size
I flipped a few bricks, couple birds flew by
Coke white like it got blonde
Hair and blue eyes pies I move
When I'm in the hood I'm a hoodlum
I jury shop
My jewelry box remind me of Jerusalem
Cats let they gat blast fast like a moosalum
I call my nine Ramadan
When I'm introducin' him
I smoke pot like Snoop and them
Pockets fat like Bruce Bruce and them
Fatman Scoop and them
All my shooters, I keep losin them
They either in a box or a cell block
Prosecution accusin them
Cats is rattin, prosecution confusin them
Of course to get rectified
They go to court and testify
Lift they right hand on the stand
Snitch on they right hand man
And blame it on the white man, damn
Man I took a hundred grand
Out this white man hand
And gave him three K's like
That white man Klan
My watch is rockin out like a white man band
I'm no joke
My watch is rocking out like a white man band
That's a joke
I hope I don't offend my white man fans
The smoke is in the air
Like a hype mans hands
The mic is a deadly weapon
In the right man hands
I'm not a hater but I'm
Not a tight pants fan
Tight pants I can't stand
I dress like a damn man
If you dress like the opposite
Sex you a damn tran
Aluminum bat, CRACK!, grand slam
I might be in the Bent
Might be in the damn van
The turtle gettin top cause I'm
Freaky like Cam's man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like an NBA Jam man
I'm the sandman, I'm a 'Lac you a Grand Am
Fall back and get smacked with the
Back of my damn hand, man
I ain't mumble neither you
Don't wanna rumble neither
Float like a butterfly
I be the bumble bee'd ya
I'm a winter warmer and
I'm a summer freezer
Shinin, black and white diamonds
Jungle fever
I'm a jungle lion, you a jungle zebra
You just run around the jungle
I'm the jungle leader
You just eat grass, Cass' eat fuckin zebras
So I don't need to hear nothing
I'm off the fuckin meter
I ain't bluffin neither, I'm on fire
Got a fuckin fever
I'm the hustler, you a fuckin diva
If life's a bitch then fuckin leave her
It's like if you don't like living then
Break up with her then
And once you break up you can't
Make up with her and start actin right
Come back to life and live again
I live life like it's sweet to the bitter end
Until I'm a heavenly citizen
I'mma get it in
My name Cassidy, say hello to your majesty
When it's time to spit, the marijuana lit
I gotta have it, I gotta have it
And I ain't trying to quit
My flow so tough, it crush niggas confidence
My flow hot like a pot of your grandma grit's
I get it poppin' like pork bacon
If you need food for thought
The spoon and the fork waitin'
Of course I praise the Lord
I don't support Satan
I support showing love i
Don't support hatin'
I'm wiser, and more humble, and more patient
I'm making more cake
I'm here for the duration
You hear the music the boy makin'
The boy fakin'
I ain't buying that bullshit, the boy lyin'
I don't care about the gear the boy buyin'
I could care less about the
Jets that the boy flyin'
I'm not concerned about the cars he cop
I want to know how many bars he got
And if his bars hard or not i'm sorry Op
I'm was trying to make the party pop
Round the time Drumma, Base, and Hennie
And Bacardi drop
You only gon be hot for a little while
But you see through like the coffee pot