Cassidy.

I could write the best verse you heard in ya life
then rip it up
ya greatest hits like mixtape shit to us
stay wit a spliff in the cup stay twistin' up
liquored up off the hawk I Henny and hip it up
an my wrist man i lit it up
my bezel got so many pebbles Bam-Bam couldn't lift it up
but try an stick me up blam blam stiffin' up
ain't no stitchin' up them holes
ya soul liftin' up
but I'm still pitchin' on the stove whippin' up
thinkin' bout them Franklins stinkin' the kitchen up
yup I be dealin' and fillin' them coke bags
but been ill with the pencil an notepad
I been hot from the start
and I ain't just a battle rapper
hotel on the top of the chart
I'm dealin' weight got real estate
an go shoppin' for art
God, I cock and spark..
-Barry "Cassidy" Reese


You can't tell me Cassidy isn't dope.
If you ever do, I'm never speaking to you again.
The only thing about him that I'm not feeling is
the fact that he titled his new album B.A.R.S..
It's like biting off of M.I.M.S. But otherwise..
Cassidy is the shit.
You can't touch him.
Reed Dollaz is hot as hell as far
as his lyrical game goes but
Cassidy Vs. Reed..
I know who'll win.
CASSIDY!

Call me a groupie.