URLtv - Cassidy vs. Goodz lyrics

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
(AI) 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

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

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

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
GAR 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 DOG 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

DOG 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

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)

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 hit's 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 MA
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 US 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

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)