I'm a Hustla

Pass the Cass

Cassidy

Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis

118

End

592

Internal

151

Multi

529

Slant

Chain

Rhyme Groups — hover to spotlight

I got the yay on the stroll in my whole notebook of raps

Every^✦ bar raw when I write it's like cooking crack

I gotta^✦ mean street team that be pushing packs

I'm getting gravy^✦ like the 80's, I took it back

I'm watching niggas^✦ on the block get shook and rat

Seen niggas^✦ serve the wrong fiend, get booked^✦ for that

I watch niggas^✦ try to floss n' get took for that

So between the draw of jeans where I put the gat

[Beat 2: Problem Child]

Meek keep the piece, n' you know Mook 'll clap

Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap

You cats will go night night for the right price

So I suggest you know respect if you like life

Cause the white high how I made loochie

Them big rocks got 'em like Chris Rock when he played Pookie

The strip poppin',^✦ I ride for cash

N' you softer^✦ then a toddler ass

You could ask any^✦ cat that was on the strip with me

If I flipped the key, n' I had Christmas tree

Man, Cass sold more bags then Lipton^✦ Tea

N' I had chicks trick for me, cause I'm a pimp

My watch, I gotta^✦ squint at my wrist to see

What time it is, n' my hip where the llama^✦ is

I'll look at y'all cats cheques like, where the commas^✦ is

Fishtanks in the headrest so the piranhas is

Swimming past when Cass comes^✦ spinnin past

You know I'm going slow, but my rims is spinning fast

I'm in a class by my self, you niggas^✦ ass

You did it in the past, but now you niggas^✦ trash

N' my flow pathetic,^✦ yea I'm so poetic^✦

Even^✦ though I don't get my credit,^✦ but its copasetic^✦

Everything I spit is so sick like my throat infected^✦

I'm the illest^✦ nigga^✦ out, n' I ain't sold a record^✦

But you know I'm gunna^✦ blow cause I'm so connected^✦

Swizz going to produce, Jay gon' promote the record^✦

Who hard as me what, I did a song with R but

I ain't on no RnB stuff

I ain't no pretender, y'all remember^✦ the free stuff

N' that'll happen^✦ to a nigga^✦ actin'^✦ like he tough

I spit toxic^✦ waste so talk slick n'

Get ya faced^✦ sliced^✦ up a like chocolate^✦ cake

[Beat 3: Tipsy]

Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah,^✦ Left E.Y.E

New York, Game you don't stop, Big Pun, n' you won't stop

I said, Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah,^✦ Left E.Y.E

Freaky^✦ Tah, you already know Big L, the whole click yo

My name Cassidy,^✦ I'm on the heezy^✦ man

I get so slick and greezy^✦ man

All my strips pop like a greasy^✦ pan

Cut your dough short like, "Easy^✦ man."

Believe me, you need to come see me man

My coke make smokers have a seizure man

A chick'll see my hand, and leave her man

You need a keys to a Beamer,^✦ like I'm Beenie Man

You see me man, I'm a handsome boy

I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more

I be glances at y'all with ya Goofy's^✦ on

Box, Pink Pather's, Snoopy's on

I just put up all my jury^✦ on

All my diamonds, n' my ruby's^✦ on, shinin'^✦ off the light

It look like I got a Coogi^✦ on

The roof of the coupe is gone, and Snoop is on

You dudes^✦ is simply^✦ dumbies^✦

Y'all on the block with empty^✦ tummies,^✦ n' trying to get this money^✦

I just got a watch, niggas^✦ tryna^✦ get this from me

Oh the coupe dropped it, shit a nigga^✦ clumsy^✦

Chickens want me, N' ain't tryna^✦ hear no

Yea I'm trying to pop, but I'm not trying to head though

Come over^✦ here yo, come on don't be scared^✦ yo

I'll I'm trying to do is get brain like the scarecrow

On Wizard^✦ of Oz, look I don't be lying

A lot of y'all need courage like the cowardly lion

All this powder^✦ I'm buying, I can make a brick road

And my nickels the size of Swizz's nose

But that's gettin'^✦ old, we gone bring it up to date

N' niggas^✦ know that I spit shit for yo

I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with kids

I spray the led, and rip you apart^✦ like a Mr. Potato^✦ Head

I bought the Bentley GT, n it's tomato^✦ red

Cause I sling butter^✦ of the color, of potato^✦ bread

I grind for mine, dime for dime

Cats hatin',^✦ but they know my rhymes^✦ line for line

They tryna'^✦ perpetuate,^✦ how you gone hate n' you a fan

Man, my strip poppin'^✦ like bacon^✦ in a pan

My little mans 'll take them grams and walk to Brooklyn

For the cake, but they ain't Making^✦ a Band

I put 10 on my wrist, put 8 on my hand

About^✦ 80 on my neck, cause I be scraping the pan

I take a trip, I'm back with a tan, I'm with a diva^✦

Sippin'^✦ Margaritas with my back in the sand

Or I'm on a yacht gettin'^✦ my cock licked^✦ from a Chinese freak

Tryna'^✦ eat Beef Yachiniku with chop sticks

I just got the hard top, n' I ain't got car shop

I just hit Swizz on the phone, he on the car lot

I'm a star, I got love for the game

But I'm still a thug mang, but a slug in yo' brain

N' put blood stains on your timbs, so when the clip low

Get low like the Ying Yang Twins

Or your scar be all on the windows n' the wall

I'm in it 'till the end y'all, win, lose, or draw

[Beat 4: Dirt Of Your Shoulder]

My name Cassidy,^✦ I know you remember^✦ me man

I hold twin revolvers like I'm Yosemite Sam

I ride with the 4-5, but I don't drive an Infinity man

I'm the guy you pretend to be man

That's why when you take a shot, it's not going to be Hennessy man

That pawn knocks on my evils man, damn

I can't let it slide around^✦ n' ride petrified

Lettin'^✦ them decide^✦ when they gon' try come test the odds

F that man, I make the gat exercise

N' you could be next to die, you better^✦ recognize

Or you get done for, trump if you want war

It's nothing, cause you ain't even^✦ uckin'^✦ with my young boys

Alright you got dumb rhymes,^✦ I got dumb moths

I'm sick with it, man I spit until my tongue sore

N' you niggas^✦ done crimes,^✦ but I done more

My bedroom closet^✦ remind^✦ you of a gun store

See I'm the one you run from, not come for

You could get the whole clip, plus one more

You ain't never^✦ slung raw with your fake ass

I was burnin'^✦ my bags determined to make cash

N' if the table start turnin',^✦ I'm a take cash

You betta'^✦ try to find a Teflon^✦ face mask

My mom said, "Calm down, you ain't safe Cass

N' I ain't tryna^✦ see you at your way up to upstate^✦ Cass."

So I fell back, tried not to sell crack

Try not to sell ki's, I ain't even^✦ sell trees

Yea I chilled but, I was still gettin'^✦ bread

Cause I did credit^✦ card scams with this chicken head

I'm a be a hustler 'till I'm sick or dead

But for my Mom's sake, I had to let the grind wait

I was young at the time, I had to get my mind straight

I liked^✦ to rhyme n' got nice like in nine eight

I started gettin'^✦ props, then got ish on lock

This was right at the Big died, n' I was missin'^✦ Pac

Listen^✦ not, I was really^✦ on cash

I was only^✦ 15 n' had Philly^✦ on smash

For real, I still got Philly^✦ on smash

I mean there's^✦ some hot knuckles,^✦ but I'm still the top knuckle

N' I'm stick a block knuckle, so I'm money^✦ hungry^✦

N' I pop knuckles^✦ that try to take money^✦ from me

See my money^✦ funny,^✦ n' I ain't joke a lot

Cop 20 after^✦ 20 cause I smoke a lot

I got an herb problem

N' I ain't even^✦ drop a single yet n' I'm starting on my 3rd album

N' I bet you want my dick fam

Cause I met your CEO and he say, "Yo I'm a big fan"

I'm a big man, cramped in a skinny^✦ body^✦

N' with the mini^✦ shotty,^✦ I jam anybody

Cause I don't feel none of y'all

N' with the raps or the gats, I'll kill one of y'all

Awwh, Ya'll ready^✦ know I got my hand on my hammer^✦

Mind on my cake, cause I grind for the cake

I do crimes^✦ for the cake

I could do the time but I ain't tryna'^✦ get a case man

I got the gun with me, but you don't get a one fifty^✦

I keep the nine on my waste

Take a knife out and put a Nike sign on your face

I put in time for the cake, that's why I'm grateful for every^✦ dime that I make

I got signed^✦ now dimes^✦ climbing escape^✦

Cause my pockets puffy^✦ and it remind^✦ them of Mase, wait

I'm a bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy

I'm in a Vanquish, not a Jag boy

Why you mad boy, cause you catch cabs boy

N' you gettin'^✦ paid less paper^✦ then my bag boy

You a hater^✦ that's sad boy

Cause yo' mom even^✦ liked^✦ me, I might be yo' dad boy

You a messed^✦ up, I know you upset^✦ up

But you better^✦ watch how you talking to your step pop

Watch, I'm a be gon' in your fridge

N' walk around^✦ with my boxers on in yo' crib, kid

Technical Breakdown

8.4

Multisyllabic Rhymes7.5

Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)

Internal Rhymes9.5

Rhymes within a line (data-driven)

Wordplay / Double Entendres6.5

Clever language, metaphors, punchlines

Cadence / Rhythm10.0

Flow variation and timing (data-driven)

Vocabulary Complexity7.0

Range and depth of words used (data-driven)

Delivery / Breath Control7.5

Performance and control

Computed Score8.41

Production

Be the first to rate the production

Critic Analysis

RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™

Cassidy exhibits high-level technical efficiency and internal rhyme density, operating comfortably within the 'street-rap' idiom of his era while utilizing consistent, if occasionally literal, wordplay.

7.5

Multisyllabic

9.5

Internal Rhymes

Cadence / Flow

Vocabulary

6.5

Wordplay

7.5

Delivery

Multisyllabic internal rhymingEnd-rhyme chain consistencyPhonetic wordplaySlang-based double entendres

Rhyme Architecture: A high-density AAAA-BBB scheme characterized by aggressive monorhyme structures using the '-ack' and '-ap' phonetic endings, anchored by extensive internal cross-rhyming.

Verified Doubles & Entendres

"Every bar raw when I write it's like cooking crack"

① The literal quality of the lyrics is unrefined and potent.② The process of lyrical composition is compared to the chemical process of refining cocaine, linking the creation of art to the creation of illicit goods.

"Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap"

① To 'sleep on' someone is to underestimate their skill or status.② The subject being underestimated suffered a permanent fate (death or violence), interpreted literally as taking a long sleep.

"Cass sold more bags then Lipton Tea"

① Selling large quantities of drugs (bags).② A direct play on the iconic tea brand which is synonymous with selling products in 'bags'.

Exceptional rhythmic consistency

High density of internal rhyming

Strong command of the 'pocket' for the duration of the verse

Reliance on somewhat dated 'tough-talk' tropes

Occasional simplistic similes

Lack of deep thematic complexity beyond street narrative

Pass the Cass

Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis

Technical Breakdown

Production

User Scores