Cas is the hardest swear down, other people talk about whips in their music but no one goes into the detail like this brudda, could sit n talk this brudda about cars all day!! My guy💯💯
100% legit the best lyricist to come out of the U.K. the way he effortlessly flows HARD about cars is crazy. Every song has subtle references only car guys will catch. The thumbnail for “spaced” is him blowing smoke through a fucking aftermarket straight through exhaust 😂😂😂
Can we just appreciate this mans bars, flow, pushlines, references, delivery, workplay, and storytelling, man said “Hot ting no talking, tongue on my…., she needs something good for her blog, im hanging, need hair of the dog, stop at the fox and hound for a shot, quick round, then chopped that bag in the bogs” Cooooolldddd
Nokia going non-stop Regular shotties Accounts on stop Worker, she accounts for stock And she know not to fuck up the count Full stop Money and power Who's on top? Money for the powder, let's swap Got gourmet, man are serving up slop Don't stop for that cop car they might run a swab Worried about me on my job Promise this time I ain't missing my slot Out torquing, ton on a clock Hot ting, no talking Tongue on my... She needs suttin' good for her blog I'm hanging, need hair of the dog Stopped at the Fox & Hound for a shot Quick round in Chop that Bag in the bogs V engine combusting Sick whip, clean, but it look disgusting Man pull up Had chicks discussing That nigga look dusty, look like a custy Soft leather inside in mustard Carbon fibre, this thing's the mustard Pigs wanna bust me, living luxury No way I want the cake, but not custody
@@Comatosedpeanut he is one of UK best ever spitters. I won't hear a word about it from anyone. His knowledge would never be on radio that why people don't know him
@@KushSmokinJack I'm Australian so I have to do some solid research to find uk artists like cas, been on him since the number 23. I'll sus the dude you're talking about out
In the kitchen I ain't slept I got the sous-chef doing my prep (hah) Fuck letting man slide, I'm collecting that debt Ain't them, then it's you instead (slide) Me and the connect in good stead And so it's nights out in the West End Hop to my sled And off I sped V12 penis extension in red (hahaha) Bare bugs stuck to the screen I'm on a A road letting off steam (steam) Jeans Alexander McQueen And the pockets are full of pictures of the Queen (hah) Bit of trim just out of her teens Bless her, she got low self-esteem Left her looking like a Krispy Kreme Slid her some P and fleeing the scene (yeah, yeah, yeah) Blowing loud and my engine's louder I'm sitting in third 'cos I like how it sounds (three) Roof down riding round town Every time I put my foot down costs man a pound (pound) 12, you can tell by the sound Drive past the trees, the leaves turn brown (brown) Back end out, no ... Back on my bullshit! (yeah, yeah, yeah
@@deadcorp9491 I mean his music was used in Ballers and Topboy not that long ago, so you'd think that would have given him a boost. I guess not posting anything for years on RU-vid or twitter doesn't help. I'm sure the youtube algorithm just fucks him over, like with Fits (fire in the spoof etc).
Nokia going non-stop Regular shotties Accounts on stop Worker, she accounts for stock And she know not to fuck up the count Full stop (stop) Money and power Who's on top? (who's on top?) Money for the powder, let's swap (yeah) Got gourmet, man are serving up slop Don't stop for that cop car they might run a swab (hahaha) Worried about me on my job (yeah) Promise this time I ain't missing my slot Out torquing, ton on a clock Hot ting, no talking Tongue on my... (tongue on my, tongue on my) She needs suttin' good for her blog I'm hanging, need hair of the dog (yeah) Stopped at the Fox & Hound for a shot Quick round in Chop that Bag in a box V engine combusting Sick whip, clean, but it look disgusting Man pull up Had chicks discussing That nigga look dusty, look like a custy (slag) Soft leather inside in mustard Carbon fibre, this thing's the mustard Pigs wanna bust me, living luxury No way (no way, no way) I want the cake, but not custody
