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? n*ggas 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 b*tch 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, f*ck 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, n*ggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, n*ggas 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 f*cked
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
f*ck tryna sneak a (sneaker) joke
My sneakers dope, but I ain't wit' the sneaky sh*t
This sucker puncher try and sneak a hit this n*gga 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 G.O.A.T.
This n*gga can't beat the G.O.A.T. 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
c*ck 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas
If ya chicken low maine (lo mein) go chop sticks at noodle n*ggas
Give them the care free
This cat act like he want beef he prolly lose his front teeth
That might confuse you n*ggas
But I wrote this scheme at Little China eatin' Chinese food
I spit China, he food and I chew through n*ggas
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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 f*ckin' scared, I don't f*ckin' 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 sh*t
Dawg (dog) is hairy like my shih tzu but smell like zoo sh*t
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 sh*t 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 b*tch 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
b*tch I'm the G.O.A.T.
Now spit that stupid sh*t 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
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[Round 1: Goodz]
Before you started smokin' crack, your life was beautiful
But we ain't come here to hear 'bout all the sh*t 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 f*ck?
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 sh*t
Hard flips, battle rap scam artist, n*gga we ain't wit' the fraud sh*t
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 n*gga 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 b*tches 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 as*h*le, 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' sh*t
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
n*gga 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 n*gga 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 sh*t 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 f*ck about a gold album?
n*gga 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 b*tch: 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 pus*y
Listen, every damn religion more fiction than fact pus*y
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 pus*y
I'm fire, this league needed a match so Smack booked me
But look, hold up, did you ever hold up a gat pus*y?
Real G's know how the AR feel (field), this cat pus*y
G.A.R. field? Garfield!
You don't spark steel, that's cat pus*y
And you still eatin' females that battle rap pus*y
Let's travel back pus*y, 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 pus*y cream: uterus infection
{Crowd's booing gets louder}

Take off wit' this pus*y cream?
Yo, quiet down so I can rap n*gga
So I can do this n*gga Goodz worse than Chef Trez just did that fat n*gga

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 pus*y cream: uterus infection
You should get protection, get sh*t 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
b*tch you 36 and been on my di*k 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 b*tch 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 n*gga 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 sh*t 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 n*gga back
Now I have no moral to this story…
This is just a few things I think about while you n*ggas rap!
I don't hear you!
Buy a Cassidy album in 2019?! I won't dare to!
You ain't nothin' 'but an as*h*le that wear bad clothes
Who been rhymin' the same for ten years
Can't switch up his rap flows
These industry n*ggas, when they career die, they be lookin' for a buzz to get hot
Now they comin' over to battle rap
What the f*ck 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 sh*t 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 f*ck is up?
I left that smooth Goodz home tonight so f*ck 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 f*ck wit' us
I say "us," talkin' everybody that's real with this sh*t
You came from battle rap
So where the f*ck was you when we was buildin' this sh*t?
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 f*ckin' 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? n*gga 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 n*gga, 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 n*gga
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 n*gga!
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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
sh*t 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 b*tch, you ain't a man, I mean sh*t
Even Babs know I'm the king of the ring, that was a Queenzflip
You seem p*ssed, 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 n*gga 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 n*gga, 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 c*ck the steel
But I let it Fly like Vada, I come from Chopperville
Why you mad as sh*t?
'Cause I had some hits and I c*ck the steel?
I still will sell some girl to a Piperboy, I got lots of bills
He a veteran but three Letterman on my c*ck for real
I feel that n*gga 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 n*gga 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 n*gga 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
n*gga 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 c*ck, 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 di*k 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 sh*t 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 f*cked 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 n*ggas 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?
n*gga 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, b*tch I'm the G.O.A.T.
Now spit that stupid sh*t 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 sh*t
I guess you blind to the fact
But it's obvious ya eyes had mace (Ma$e) in it
You delusional, I hate the sh*t
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 sh*t
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 n*ggas from Philly they official
You tried that sh*t wit' Gilly, he wasn't playin' witchu
You tried that sh*t wit' Meek, he wasn't playin' witchu
You droppin' diss records, these n*ggas ain't playin' witchu
You back-stabbed AB, only n*gga 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 n*gga 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 f*ckin' legend though
What the f*ck you n*ggas think?
Only artist to drink while he workin' I turned this sh*t 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 n*gga 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 n*gga who showed you respect from the gate
My love go out to him, 'cause I really know how this sh*t 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 n*gga 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
n*gga! You took this battle 'cause you needed to!
5001-0, we would love to see the proof
f*ck 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 b*tch for some ki's (Keys) too

{Crowd starts chanting 3-0}

This sh*t 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 sh*t
Think about it, URL brought this battle to ATL
A n*gga who f*ck trannies in a state that got the highest gay pop–
Y'all motherf*ckers 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 n*gga
What the f*ck I look like talkin' to a tranny? I ain't you n*gga
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 n*ggas 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 f*cked a man and I like it."
Instead you wanna be tough
You done lost yourself from all this damn actin'
Payin' to f*ck 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 n*gga why Goodz always drinkin' when he battle
('Cause he's already celebratin' his win!)
This! My! sh*t!