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Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are
Niggas gotta pay off
Snitches know to see yall
If chickens on the radar, I'm at it
'cause I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed off
Scrape off the plates
Shake off the flakes
Dad daddy make all the kit kat
I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like I'm adolf,
But ya'll cant see me, Ray Charles
I steal whores
I'll probably take yours
because you peel off and I take off
Give me no space whatever I want I takes,
whatever I need I bleed and see
Bitch nigga don't breathe on the weed
I'm fuking with them birds
without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know about it,
full clip how I go about it, full body,
hard body, I'm like ya'll got it yet

"The Problem Vs. The Hustla"

[Announcer]
Ladies And Gentleman
I'd like to welcome y'all here tonight
You all are about to witness
One of the greatest battle to ever go down in hip-hop
In this corner
I'd like to introduce Cassidy the Problem

[Cass the Problem]
It's the problem bitch

[A] And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla

[Cass the Hustla]
It's the hustler ask about me

[Announcer]
Battler to the center of the ring
I want a nice clean battle I don't want you spittin
none of that shit you was spittin last week last month
I want it off the top of the head
I don't want your mom ad-libbing your shit
I don't want your man ad-libbing your shit
Touch mics let's go

[Cass the Problem]
I'm in the zone boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have blood gushing out your dome on your homeboy
I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy
I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy
Chicks get bone I'm know for getting dome boy
Probably got your baby moms number in my phone boy
And if I hittin the click up dick sucks
Had your bitch in the telly throwin her 'SIX" up
Yea we made her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this over than they gon try say this was fixed up
They gon be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated
The punch lines that I put in the streets
Even made freeway say "Put on a beat"
Only the strong pre-vail I know but a shell
Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel

[Cass the Problem]
What?! I told you this nigga wasn't fuckin with me you can't be serious

[Announcer]
Whoa whoa whoa break it up break it up battlers back to your corner

[Corner Man]
Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy

[Cass the Hustla]
It's ain't gonna be hard

[Corner Man]
I told you this kid was a problem he not fuckin with you though

[Cass the Hustla]
He ain't no problem

[Corner Man]
I need you to get in there hit 'em with those punch lines, those metaphors
You gotta make sure your flow your delivery
You gotta make sure all that's on point
Hurt his feelings, bite his head off

[Cass the Hustla]
Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man bodied
I'm the man you a bitch in a man's body
You a disgrace who wrote your shit? Mase?
Your album wasn't nothing like the shit on the mixtapes
First you was hustling bustin them shells
Then you went commercial to get a couple of sells
That's what you got a couple of sells
And you probably wouldn't of sold loads if wasn't for Kels
Well you was crazy man with the punch line flow
But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go
Yo it don't get no better
You was smiling chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar
If you a star I'm a galaxy nigga
One verse'll merk all your personalities nigga
You garbage and ain't nothing trash about me
I'M THE HUSTLER MUTHAFUCKER ASK ABOUT ME... ASK ABOUT ME PUSSY

[Announcer]
Oh shit break it up break it up back to your corners
This the last round I want y'all to both spit eight bars a piece
No more than eight bars
Cassidy.. the Problem I want you to go first
Then Cassidy the Hustla I want you to go next
You Ready? GET IN

[Cass the Problem]
I got shit on lock
Like I'm constipated you will get abominated
I ain't lyricist of the year but I was nominated
Where your strip at you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga
I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put a slug in a nigga BRAAT
Real funny I went gold but get money on the road
And I own a hundred percent of my publishing nigga

[Announcer]
Ok ok ok that's it that's it
Cassidy the hustler you ready?
It's your turn eight bars... let's go

[Cass the Hustla]
You don't really want the drama nigga
You'll take more shots in your face then Madonna nigga
You get ate I'm like Dahmer nigga
You don't battle you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda nigga
The best is me I got stripes like a referee
And coke comin on boats like a refugee
You should switch flow nigga your shits gold
When I drop I'ma shit more than your shit sold NIGGA

[Announcer]
That's it that's it it's over it's over we have a winner
The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the world
Cassidy the Hustla

[Cass the Hustla]
Geah it is what it is don't act surprise

[Announcer]
Okay kid what are you planning to do after this victory

[Cass the Hustla]
I mean you know keep getting money keep hustling keep doing what I do
And if you bastards doubt me...

Kobojunkie:
I remember when McChicken was just 1 dollar each. Na im i dey chop for lunch every day for lunch, just the burger though cause the chicken is perfectly spiced.

I DEY LOVE THAT FOOD O I NO DEY LIE

100Barz:
Are you suggesting I bring Myself down to your Level? Hell No

I STAR

NIGGER U PUSSY U SOUND LIKE U WANNA BE ME
BUT I REALLY CHECK NIGGGA U DONT WANNA BE G
IM IN THE HOOD CHILLIN WITH SOME FINE BITCHES
THAT SUK MY DIK AND LICK MY SISTAS
U A PUSSY U KNOW TO RUN
BETTER MOVE WHEN I BRING MY GUN
CUZ I WILL KILL UR SON
AND SMACK ON ALL YALL NIGGERS THAT THINK THAT UM DUMB
UM DONE

ay im tha unknown-unknown,
rip ya straight out cha home wit chrome,
thrown out ya window,
while i make ya bitch moan an groan,
wit da bottle of gin,
we put a spin on how we win,
anit no mo wind,
so stop breathin like u need it,
im sick of west versez east,
cant we just find some peace,
an fight wit da police,
cuz da streetz is filled wit 2 much violence,
seen it all b4 when i was like 9 or 10,
but no i aint got no one 2 run behind agian,
so now ive gone 2 rhymin,
so jump a fence, find a benz ta steal,
feel wha it feel like ta have ta feel da fukin steel fo real!

So whoever does an atom’s weight of good will see it,

And whoever does an atom’s weight of evil will see it.

i LOVE THESE FOODS ESPECIALY A MACCHICKEN

100Barz:
Oya Clap for Yourself for even attempting to use A Brain Cell.

lmfao lets rap battle u start first

I NEED THIS FITTED RIGHT HERE

ahnie:
I dunno why I stay away from junks like these.

Y?

100Barz:
I know but Whose Own did you Bite From this Time?

THIS IS MY OWN RHYME HOMIE I AINT COPY NO ONE

I NEED A WASHING PLATE JOB THIS IS MY EMAIL

JHONSONFADAL@YAHOO.COM

I WANT SOME OF THESE FOODS

BANEE KOODEE

IS VERRY BAD 4 REAL U DONT WANNA YAHOO A NIGGER

ANIMALS CAN SEE ANGELS

im so fresh like a apple when he star to get green
baby i know u wanna come and lick this ice cream
im the shit nigga dont u know
and if u became rapper u aint gon blow
umma gang star i shoot ur head for my cake
baby u always talk about how um fuking ur friends
how i let swallow it all when we in that benz
how tell u i love u but i might hate u
nigger who on the block guetting paid U?
U WHO UM THINKING ABOUT BRINGING THE KAY TO?
WELL U BETTER CHILL CUZ UR BITCH GUETTING FUK LIKE A GAY DO


I GOT MORE FLOW BUT I GOTTA GO UMMA DROP MORE LATER

100Barz:
Ur Wackness is Legendary.


Tell Tha effing Brick-Layer to put this blockhead into a Brick Maker and plssssssssss just fvck**g Block Him,
For being so Pathetically Shameless and un-Daunted with Cerebral Palsy,
Which has become so embarrassing I'll rather not Dis-Cuss It, but
Gimme a Sec to Burst your Imaginary Bubbles on these same damn Topics,
That's so Amusingly Sad and Tragic like that Animated Japanese Comic.
Yeah I've been wondering how many Teeth you've got in your Buccal cavity Sonny,
If I'm willing to Judge by your Biting Record Lists,
We All Sent First, Second and even Sent Third Warnings,
but it's kinda wasted on this Monotonous Dimwit compared to Flogging em Dead Horses. >:
I've just been summoned to Whoop Ass without Remorse and just for the F OF IT, am the industry's Ted Bundy and Shit's about to Get Ugly,
With Lyrics Fvck**g Harder than Randy Ex-Convicts,
As I Hit The Club and Rid It Off "Spirits" like an Exorcist.
Cause he owes his whole career to other Rappers like Us, obviously bitch lacks the Imagination; so I'll be left with no Choice but to Break into your Brain-Cells like the Iraq Invasion, what's with the Suppressed Knowledge?
I'll Suggest you Un-Sheath Yourself from your Self-imposed Inferiority Complex that you gladly Possess.
So be my Guest


Ain't Naming Names; But Blazing Lames,
No Blaming Games or Changing Lanes,
Cause I flex muscles with Heavy Weights while I E-Le-Vate to Greater Planes so does the Merit Pays with un-Ending Praise for sending y'all to An Early Grave;
As For the Title Race; guess you the Leader at the Bottom of Table~ you quick to Re-Le-Gate and End With Shame bitches
As an Unrepentant Glutton who indiscriminately Masticates,
and actually basks in all its Absurdity only if you'd Half The Brains;
as I Arithmetically El-imi-nate em; by putting an
End to Your Fvcking Dis-Play;
like it's a Trial of the Curling Games when I Throw you a Curve, Those Whom They Serve,
As I Herald a World of Running Brains~ Rappers who Think On Their Feet waiting to Seek Your De-Feet and
No Ermine Cape but I've been Spurring The Flames and that's Scouring The Fakes;
By having this Urchin Replaced without Urging Restraints am Bursting his Place till this Scourge Is Erased;
So Live & Learn from Ol' Heads Running this Base.

I've never Under-Estimated the Predictability of your Stupidity, with an Abashed Disrespect for your Shallow Thoughts no matter how Deep you're[/i] Thinking, the Ideas will never ever Sink-In.
Cause Light Drizzle is all you get in BRAIN-STORM.

I don Press Ignore to all Response when Dey Involved to this my Jagajaga Basic Lines .
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Meetin' up with Cubans on the boat
Talkin' all white like the pope
Type of money bring Bill Cosby back
A different world, nothin' for my college cats
I respect you niggas buildin' all the apps
But it's time we raise the ceilings in the traps
Maserati let the sprinkler get 'em wet
All the yayo guaranteed or you can send 'em back
Wanted perico, started poquito
Callin' my chico, call me Gordito
Beefin' with these niggas just to gun 'em down
Had to milk the game, I got a hundred cows
Can't be livin' foul when you takin' vows
Gave these niggas game so he like my child
Havin' everything to gain, [?] trial
Prosecutor, cocaine, tryna lock you down
Only Black with a Mustang on the block
Talkin' sack when them boats came on the dock
Look at how I live, I barely sold records
Look at what I build, I own the most Checkers
Bodies on the slab, livin' on a limb
A product of the bad bitch is really him
I get the type of money give me night sweats
I got so many cars, where the titles at?
If you think a nigga lyin', where the Bible at?
I'd sell my soul just to bring my homies back
They gave my niggas life, told 'em it's a wrap
So I penned my nigga life, told him it's a wrap

Powerbando:
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I am available

this is my email

jhonsonfadal@yahoo.com holla at me

U TELL HIM WA ALAIKOOM

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