“When I rock my jewels, I don’t use my AC” face scrunched up so fast, god damn. I’m only 23 and I somehow miss when niggas used to actually rap like this, man.
Gunn, Conway, Benny, Rome Streetz, Daniel Son, 38 Spesh, RJ Payne, Estee Nack, Al Divino, Ankhlejohn, Rigz, Mooch, Roc Marciano, Boldy James, I could go on forever. There are so many gems in the underground, go dig yuheard
He put sum NY prophetic vibe typa shit on a cold af cass acapela, shit sound like a high end boss playa dice game in the back of a old ass club somewhere in the jungle soundtrack, real smooth n mysterious
The only thing there ever was to dislike about the original freestyle video was the loud beat overtaking the vocals. Knx you've restored a classic like always 🙌🏾
I SWEAR This is the smoothest hip-hop flow I ever seen in my life man. Edit: UK checking in. Someone clue me in. Had an algorithm reccomend for Knx sameolemeek_. I see this on the feed aswell and im dead. Who is this man.
@@SauceBossTM I knew I knew him from somewhere. On those lame ass battle rapping shows. Put on some weight too didnt he. I since found the full original of this with the original audio, man can flow.
Yo this hit SSSSSSOOOOOOOO different when you're used to the og version. I mean that in the best way possible. When he got to that "i'm the C-a crooked letter-" bar i got goose bumps as i sat here rapping every word. good shit!
Nah, I lay my mack down I ain't tripping I ain't slipping, I rap now I ain't tricking I dont care if she pretty ho, and I got Diddy Dough And I done had every bad bitch in the city, yo And I learnt it from Biggie, yo I got the chicks, that's why the shit went gold off 1 video And I'mma go platinum of number 2 And I'm gonna drop another album when the summer due What you gonna do I know how to humble you I ain't gonna rumble you I'll put a gun to you Look Dog, I'm small, kinda slinky Thats why I always got my paws on the blinky And I can brawl like Winky The Radiant Rock, you can't see no flaws on my pinky And I be stunting coz I pump crack If you cats wore my chain for a month you'd be hunchbacked Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back I'm in the coupe, and the roof where the trunk at See I'm the truth man I leave dudes nauseous I had to prove who was the hardest and who's garbage I'mma make moves regardless Coz I sound better than them veterans and I'm a new artist Cass the bomb, ask ya mom Coz all of the pretty women think Cass a dime And all of your little sisters think Cass is fine Coz my rhymes acid and your asinine, bastard Everybody know Cass can rhyme Thats not a question, I was born with it, got a blessing I'm the King, everything that I say hot You shit sad, niggas just mad coz they not The shit sad niggas just mad coz they flop That coz they ain't have no bars when they drop I'm on top like 'Fuck you, pay me" And when I rock my jewels I don't use my A.C I get it down, get pounds of AZ And get kilos of the C.O.K.E No you ain't not me, you an imposter, duke Getting fucked for your money like a prostitute I'm the C.A. crooked letter crooked letter .I.D.Y Who you know cook a better pie? And my birds have em hooked when I let em fly I get the cheddar rye, I'm a crook I ain't ever lie And I ain't never shook, niggas look but they never try Just like in the stores, niggas look but they never buy I see it, I like it, I get it, it's nothing at all Coz I be hustling the raw and ducking the law And I'll be shopping till its nothing to fuck in the mall But I ain't flossing or fronting, its nothing to ball You say you don't love them hoes, but cuffing them all And and they be still fucking me while they fucking with y'all Yup dog, I'm worth hundreds of thousands And I'm starving my stomach is growling, I'm home brand On the strip with the workhorse grinding Truck, White leather guts, turquoise lining Watch, White leather band, turquoise diamonds White T, Evisu's with the turquoise sign in Nah I can't lie, Hov put me on Evisu But when I put em on I be looking better than he do Cats out there who bought a pair like "Me too!" Threw blue stones in the chain, the ring see through And you play with them things, I'm like "Me too!" I put a hole in a nigga big enough to see through But we all gotta go when it's time Im pro niggas know I can rhyme I be in the booth with the dro in the air and the dough on my mind I'mma blow niggas know I'm the bomb I'm, The best that ever did it The best that gon' do it The rest ain't ever live it, the rest ain't gon' through it I was born to do it, I spit like im on fluid I wish someone else dissed this, just to respond to it And every chick I hit be going through it I dont know if my girl going wild or going stupid My bars better that yours, and im gon' prove it And put pressure on every nigga doing music Coz I been doing this for way too long The pay too short, and the days to long I be Acting a fool, packing a tool Back to the dude I was before the black and the Jews Im, slinging the drugs, slinging the drugs Hanging with thugs I knew before the fame and the love Im one of the first artists, who get love from the younguns And the ones that was in it when it first started Coz I do with skill, I'm not just rapping Coz I really happen I do it for real I move pills and I sold Caine Cops know me by my whole name My weed purple like the Soul Plane And if you dont know, you know now Its a showdown, on the the low it gonna go down Baby, my 3.80, hold 1 in the dome And some of it chrome Avoid the beef your you running alone Should have brought your piece your gun is at home "Thats where you left your gat"? You'd be dead, trying to run to crib where you left it at With your chest and your face numb I'mma keep taking shells out the case to a catch one Thats dumb, you should have brought your gun If you never had a hammer should have bought you one You gotta take it when you travel And make it so hot that you could fry bacon on the barrel, Pussy [Verse 2: Cassidy, rolling a blunt throughout] Nigga swell up so big That if you live you would probably have stretch marks ? hurt it with pistols Your bodyguards probably broad, but ain't no murders with you Thats pathetic I got a fetish for purchasing pistols I murder every person thats with you Rounds from the case running down your legs ain't working, you crippled Im a crook I put in work its official In 9-3 I used to grind tree, now I working with nickels Times change so the grind change I working sniffles Do my dirt on the grizzle, focussed on the flip Coke potent, it got the fiends open of the sniff When they cook it and smoke it they be open off the hit Shit fresh compressed just broker it off the brick Lavender haze got you coughing off the joint Chicks getting emotions getting open off the dick Im blowing in the whip and like 6 stacks on me Half a brick of crack with like 6 gats on me About to dropoff nigga And I'm flipping weight So I'm strapped just in case it pop off nigga I came a long way from knocking nickel rocks of nigga So for the dough I blow your top of nigga And they always knew you'd be a bitch Coz you pop soft nigga, you're frail Or be in jail getting knocked off nigga The bezel and the band rocked off nigga So my body temperature would rise if I take my watch off nigga Im the boy you should cop off nigga You can smell it through the jar You ain't gotta take the top off nigga I stack change, the rap game got it locked off nigga Enough bitches on my dick You can hop off nigga You wouldn't believe how many chicks I popped off nigga My cock been in more buns that a hot dog nigga Im not y'all niggas I ain't snitching or bitching up Im a straight cannon dont get it twisted or mix it up Listen up, there ain't no nigga as ill as me Im cocky coz I know niggas feeling me Their niggas doing life with no possibility of parole Digging my flows coz ain't no nigga real as me Thats how it feel to be on top of the world If he don't like, I'm probably popping his girl My flow hot and I'm thorough I'm one of kind And nah, I ain't off my job none of the time You write some of the time, I keep coming with rhymes I spit and make you quit with just one of my lines And dont even battle no more If you ain't got a quarter million bucks "what the fuck I'mma battle you for?" If you saw some of the broad and thongs that I been in You would realize why I'm doing songs for the women All my songs winning, I m commercial and all that With no rehearsal I will still murk you so fall back Even if y'all strapped, I can bang with the best of you Coz I stay in the range, my aim is impeccable And you the target get all this in the clip The shells in the 9 Taurus got garlic on the tips
1:40 I have loved this freestyle for awhile & just realized he’s spelling his name and saying “crooked letter” to replace the double “S” in his name. I love lyricism I’m rap, it is the most important thing a true MC can have, it’s very rare and this is so nasty I cannot believe my ears after 100+ listens. 😂
