Everybody loves L, but you flat out wrong saying L had Cass beat on rhyme schemes. The irony of people thinking that Cass was just punchlines when rhymes schemes was really what he excelled at.
honestly show me an L verse with this level of multis and rhyme schemes, this Cass verse is really one of the GOAT verses when it comes to rhyme scheming
I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all
I work hard for the fame, the game's stressing me y'all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all
From the hood to Hollywood, they're respecting me y'all
And even overseas, they're accepting me y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all
They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe, y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with me, y'all
At the shows all the hoes be molesting me, y'all
I got broads crying trying to get next to me, y'all
I got broads craving begging to have sex with me, y'all
Screaming, "Cass you don't know how sexy you are!"
And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all
And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'all
So I pray everyday, but I ain't praying too much
Cause I be sinning everyday, so I ain't praying enough
And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up"
If it's beef when we meet then I'm spraying shyt up
Prraat prraat. I ain't saying too much and that's that
Cause that cat you embracing with love
Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope
Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some time to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine and let 'em stink
You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink
I rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink
As soon as your eyes shut, them nikkas will ride up
And the guys that you trust be getting you tied up
And we all gotta die but, I ain't ready to leave
That's why, even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze
But for the cheddar, the cheese, the guap, or moola
I pop the Ruger, send that hot shyt through ya
Like booya, that's the sound when the pound busting
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground suffering
Clown it's nothing to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But, man, nikkas out here are playing fair
So before the odds even I'm leaving them laying there
And I ain't even playing, believe what I'm saying here
Cause before this shyt gets further your click gets murdered
And found in a hole in the grass
For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
And this Cass, nikka, I'm that sick
Full Surface nikka, I'm that shyt
bytch
Man nikkas wanna talk about technical ability, but I swear that generation of spitters from 2000-2006, Cass, Faboulous and Street Fam, JR Writer and 40 Cal, Eminem etc etc were the peak and pinnacle of technical rapping
Yo, fukk all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your bytch
with both hands on her t*ts
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I fukk around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause nikkaz like you
be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, fukk more bytches than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
fukkin punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never shyt, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man shyt
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dikk
And if you think I can't fukk with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no fukk it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up nikka, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
[laughter] My game is, vicious and cool
fukkin chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that bytch is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of nikkaz got they whole style from?
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this nikka sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all nikkaz like, "Damnit this nikka done done it again"
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't fukk with none of you nikkaz
I might pull out this gun on your nikkaz
and rob every last one of you nikkaz
he not touching Big L. dude was on another level. had charisma and humor on the mic. plus his lyrical ability was crazy.
