The Problem vs. The Hustla

Ladies and Gentlemen

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 (uh-uh)

Yeah, let's do this, man

In this corner

I'd like to introduce Cassidy, the Problem

It's the problem bitch

And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla

It's the hustler ask about me

Battlers to the center of the ring

I want a nice clean battle, I don't want you spittin' (aight, aight)

None of that shit you was spittin' last week last month (nah, nah)

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

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 have 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

Yeah, we made her lick nuts, then hop on the six 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 prevail, I know, but a shell

Make him yell like hoes when I perfom hotel

What? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, break it up, break it up)

I told y'all this nigga wasn't fuckin' with me you can't be serious (battlers back to your corner)

Look kid, I told you this shit wasn't gonna be easy (it's ain't gonna be hard)

I told you this kid was a problem he not fuckin' with you though (he ain't no problem,, man)

I need you to get in there, hit 'em with those punch lines, those metaphors (yeah)

You gotta make sure your flow your delivery

You gotta make sure all that's on point (yeah, it is)

Hurt his feelings (that's what I'm do) bite his head off

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

And 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 doesn'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 motherfucker ask about me

Oh, shit, break it up, break it up, back to your corners (ask about me pussy)

This nigga is a clown man

(Give me my sh-) this the last round I want y'all to both spit eight bars a piece (easy)

No more than eight bars (alright)

Cassidy, the Problem (yes, sir), I want you to go first

Then Cassidy the Hustla, I want you to go next

You Ready? (You ain't nothing to me, men, I get it in all day) get in

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

Okay, okay, okay, that's it, that's it, no more (this a wrap, you aint fuckking with me man)

Cassidy, the hustler, you ready (real easy, like you was one of my bitches or something man)

It's your turn, eight bars

Let's go

You don't really want the drama nigga

You'll take more shots in your face than 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' in 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

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

Yeah, it is what it is, don't act surprise

Okay, kid, what are you planning to do after this victory

I mean, you know

I'ma keep getting money, keep hustling, keep doing what I do

And if you bastards doubt me