A few months ago Meek Mill scoffed at the
thought of engaging in a rap battle with Cassidy, but apparently a little provocation goes a long way. One Wednesday night, the MMG rapper directed the dis track "Repo" at his fellow Philly native, and it looks like this war is ready to rage on.
The contention between the two rappers, and
former collaborators, took root back in July
when Cassidy began to retweet fans who
wondered why he and Meek had not recorded
since his career began to skyrocket with MMG.
Meek, immediately offended by the implication, tossed some words at Cassidy. "U on some clown sh-- right now," he wrote. "Just say it 2 my face... I'm always home... Y'all b getting beside y'all self with this send button don't confuse this twitter wit real life... #hating."
Things died down after that, but then some
twisted words added fuel to the fire again in
November. During an interview, Meek admitted
that he would love to see Cassidy battle with
Murda Mook, and that was misconstrued into
news that Meek wanted to face off with Cassidy. Cassidy wasted no time accepting the non-offer, but Meek wasn't having any of it. "Man I said I wanted mook & cassidy to battle.... Mook the
king of that sh-- to me!" he wrote. "I'm not
battling none of these n---as thats not popping! I'm popping some of these n---as gotta pay me 2 do dat!"
Someone actually did offer to pay them to
battle, $100, 000 to be exact, but still Meek
wasn't really into it. Cassidy's response? "I paved the way for these dudes.. N---as is scared! That would be the easiest 100k I ever made in my life.. It's like taking candy from a baby..." The shots then continued, with Meek trashing one of Cassidy's most popular hits. "You can't pave the way wit 'come 2 my hotel'
@CASSIDY_LARSINY."
With Meek still trying to distance himself,
Cassidy got things started with the possible dis track "The Diary of a Hustla" in mid-November, followed by the definite dis track "Condom Style" a month later. Meek took to Instagram Ƭõ̸̳͡ trash the record, calling it, "the worst song in the history of rapping," which prompted Cassidy to hit back with "Me, Myself & iPhone" this weekend. Finally, that seemed to be the tipping point for Meek. On December 22, the Dreams and Nightmares rapper responded, "Listening 2 this diss..... Ima say cuz you lost ya mind! U really gone up top mentally ...... I feel sorry for u! Lol," and followed up with his own jabs on "Repo."
If you thought CASSIDY was going to stay quiet after MEEK MILL's "Repo" diss, you thought wrong!
The "Condom Style" rapper might be starting Ƭõ̸̳͡ really wake up, since he just released a 10-
minute diss freestyle coming at Meek called
"R.A.I.D".
The freestyle acronym stands for "Robert Ass Is Dead", and starts out with Meek stating his
praise for Cassidy in a previous interview.
Using historic hip hop instrumentals to back
him up such as Notorious B.I.G's "Kick In the
Door" and Mobb Deep's "Eye For An Eye", he
takes advantage of his ability to switch up his
style to hit Meek hard.
Although Cassidy probably could've done just a couple of bars to address Meek's "Repo", 10
minutes gave him plenty of time to throw all
the jabs he could.
Cass takes the Scarface route and likens his
rival to a cockroach that needs to be
exterminated. He not only addresses Meek but takes a few shots at Rick Ross and the MMG camp in general.
Enter only if you have time to kill, ten minutes to be specific. That’s how long Cassidy goes on in his response to Meek Mill, “R.A.I.D.” What’s “R.A.I.D.”? It stands for “Robert Ass Is Dead.” Sounds fierce enough in name so for everyone hoping that battle-ready Cassidy from back in the day could make this one interesting, well…
It’s hard to drop strong punches for that
duration and, as expected, there’s a few
stinkers let loose that foul things up (“…every
radio station gone have this song bumpin’ like a n*gga that’s breaking out.”) But, he does his best to address all of Meek’s accusations tossed on the “Repo” diss and turns the table with his own set of indictments about how Philly Meek is, lands a shot or two regarding the MMG affiliation ( “And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow, but in jail was the only time I hung around a C.O.”) and other usual rappity rap bravado.
Mid-way through the track, Cassidy offers up
the reminder to Meek et al. that “This ain’t
about who the richest and who the brokest, this is about who dopest, so n*gga focus.” Although he manages to hang in for this round, Meek should follow his own advice for the next and do more with less minutes.

Shortly after the track dropped, Meek
unsurprisingly took to Twitter to make light of the situation. Will he respond in rhyme? Only time will tell.

Meek mills ain't even close enough to battle Cassidy

Sure, he may seem not... But if you heard "REPO"... You may change that idea...

Have heard all the diss tracks, and I tell you.... This is what 2pac and Biggie took to the grave with them

ojoawo: Sure, he may seem not... But if you heard "REPO"... You may change that idea...

Have heard all the diss tracks, and I tell you.... This is what 2pac and Biggie took to the grave with them

But he still does not come up to par with him lai lai

ojoawo: Sure, he may seem not... But if you heard "REPO"... You may change that idea...

Have heard all the diss tracks, and I tell you.... This is what 2pac and Biggie took to the grave with them

so u telling me those two went 2 grave_rob 2pac nd biggie..moreova wu's representing wu here?

Cass can't match Meek's flow.... That's a disadvantage to him

REPO was killing men, meek killed dat ish... Buh CASS 10minutes di$$-RAID was destructive I must accept... Buh I tell you... This is really worth the fuss.. Meek is making a bold attempt at a BAR-LOADED Cass and so far so good

How I wish this could make the front page so more people can comment

9ce one for frontpage..... I'm lukin 4ward 2 listen 2 it though

let's watch what happens between the two of them but my money is on Cassidy

I heard RAID by Cassidy and I tell you, Cass is gonna whoop MEEK's ass over a Million times

Like seriously, who else can ∂σ 10mins of solid rap bashing?
Cassidy got this one, no questions...

ZLUK: I heard RAID by Cassidy and I tell you, Cass is gonna whoop MEEK's ass over a Million times

Like seriously, who else can ∂σ 10mins of solid rap bashing?
Cassidy got this one, no questions...

where do ya downloaded it or listened 2 it?

I'm guessin ZLUK typed sumthn nt worth posting

Go to dis thread pple 2 participate www.nairaland.com/1163122/which-two-nairalanders-wuld-u

Cassidy rules.

Meek Millz is gonna end Cassidy career even before it begins. Cassidy is just an attention seeker, Meek is a superstar. Cassidy is jobless, Meek either in the studio or at shows. Casssidy did 10minutes of rap on oldschool beats. That's just too wack, I played the song and I tell you, I stopped at 3minutes after all the buzz it generated. If you hear Repo by Meek, you get hooked until you actually realise its actually over. Cassidy dissing Maybach Music Group is a whyning from a broke nicca I tell you. See how fast he jumped at the idea of being paid to battle

MVGT - MEEK MILLZ

meek is already dead.dude was calling for murder mook to battle cass when cass took the gauntlet to battle him.The song repo was barely a diss track.meek should just stick to his dance tracks

Ema Prince, you must be a learner. Meek only replied Cass cos of all the buzz he was creating around.... And yet REPO is D O P E, beats all of 4 Cassidy's beef and diss tracks

Dhanny, you are the real learner ђεƦe. CASSIDY is schooling meek mills any day

ojoawo: Dhanny, you are the real learner ђεƦe. CASSIDY is schooling meek mills any day

True

This is Cassidy's lyrics in RAID.... You can see what makes it so hot.....
The intro is a actual statement by MEEK MILLs in an interview


[Intro]
Everybody know Cassidy does what he do man,
know what I'm saying
It ain't easy to get around them punchlines he
gon' bring to you in a battle
I don't care what you say
How it sound back then or, you ain't getting
around that in no battle
It ain't easy, you know what I'm saying
That boy, that's what he do professionally, he
been doing it
I seen Cassidy been in probably more than five-thousand battles
You know, and I don't think he had one L
And I don't think a new guy is gonna step up
and give him the L that easily

(CaSsidy)
Yeah, you been on my dick
You should've took your own fucking advice
You know you not fucking with me
I used to help you write your raps, give you tips on how to get better
I used to tutor you, now you want to disrespect your teacher?
Well you got a problem on your hands that you can't deal with
B.itch

[Verse 1]
Aye yo you ain't got nothing on me//
They couldn't wait for me to diss you on a song//
Cause you was fucking corny//
Remember when you used to run up on me,
like Cass'// please listen to my song
You used to play your shit like, this a hit Cass'
I was thinking, man that sh*t trash, why lay the sh*t//
You said Cosmic Kev gay as sh*t//
Cause he ain't never play your sh*t//
If you ain't mean it, why you say the sh*t//

[Verse 2]
Now your song getting played everyday and
sh*t//
So you gassed up, but I still eat your ass up//
You turned into a gay to get your cash up//
But, I'd rather be broke then get my a.ss f.ucked//
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying//
But I'mma get rich or die tryin', like a half buck//
Yo my bars so raw, it could get bagged up//
But yours got mad cut and not the kind that
scab up//
Yup, this what I'm gon' do to you, kill you in the battle//
Then Wale can say a poem at your funeral
Cause you wasn't getting bread then//
Now you trying to ride out, but you coming
down a dead end//

[Verse 3]
You was a f.ucking bum, you couldn't even get
your braids f.ucking done//
It looked like you was growing dreads//
And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow//But in jail was the only time I hung around a
C.O. (Hunh!)//
I'm the illest M.C. yo//
Why you wanna try me? Man I'm the Poo.//
You niggas shook up like Ali//
I spit cook up, you don't wanna be hooked up to an I.V.//
You would rather eat a whole bowl full of dog
s.hit//
And drink a cup full of hog spit before you try
me//
R.I.P. see the mortician//
Boy, I ain't doin no more twittin', get your door kicked in//

[Verse 4]
Come on you be drawn, nigga I ain't bullshittin'//
How you go on Twitter tweeting that the bul
snitchin'?//
Listen, you better off tryna' make a verse//
Cause the shit that you tweet only gon' make it
worse//
You a dry snitch, tryna' say that I snitch//
B.itch I never opened my lips, where the
paperwork?//
You was in Pit' on the court with a P.D.//
No commissary, couldn't even make a chee-
chee//
When I was locked up, I was on T.V.//
Soon as dudes turned on the news they would
see me//
So yeah they put me on P.C., I'm not debatin'//
For the first month, did the final seven on
population//

[Verse 5]
I hate talking bout the past//
But wild s.hit be coming out your mouth, cause you're talking out your a.ss//
But watch how you talk when you talking bout Cass'//
Cause I'm seriously offended, don't get your
career ended//
You finished, your whole career is a gimmick//
You must of lost your damn mind screaming all the damn time//
You can't rhyme, and if it wasn't for Charlie
Mack//
You wouldn't even have a house to have a
house party at//
You can hardly rap, all you do is make party
tracks//
N.iggas know Meek sound so weak on a slow
beat//
You blew up fast, but now you got a slow leak//
All you gon' hear about is how Cass' aired you
out//

[Verse 6]
Who cares about how you supposed to be rich//
Or how you riding in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist, b.itch//
You really hyped but you ain't even repping
Philly right//
You not a Big Willie just cause you know how
to wheelie bikes, right//
It's like I was sixteen doing it//
You cockroach, I'm the dopest nigga you seen
doing it//
Don't make me put you on that Summer Jam
screen//
In them dirty ass jeans and the sneakers with
the wings on it//
Your first album and that compilation flopped//
Cause you tell a bunch of lies and you
exaggerate a lot//
Stop saying you was making guap hustling,
cause you wasn't//
You never had keys, like a combination lock//

[Verse 7]
That ice moissanite in that imitation watch//
So why you always rapping bout how much
cake you got?//
You a son of a bitch, tryna imitate your pop//
And you never was a thug, why you imitating
Pac?//
You was wrong for doing that song 2Pac Back//
I seen the video like, where the Bleep is 2Pac at?//
I saw your boss like nah, 2Pac not fat//
I had Philly on lock before 2Pac got clapped//
You know me, an O.G. in the game//
On point, like Derrick Rose before he hurt his
knee in the game//
For ten years I've been the dopest M.C. in the
game//
How you expect to keep respect long as me in
the game?//

[Verse 8]
See your name was Meek Millz and now it's
Meek Mill//
You couldn't even keep the f.ucking z in your
name//
You the biggest womanliness in the game, I got you
cats shook//
"Cassidy losing to Meek," now how does that
look?//
Why you drop that song Repo? That was a wack//
look
The streets know the people need to repo your rap book//
I'm back look, this what I prayed for//
You dug your own grave boy, that's what I
made the song R.A.I.D. for//
And Meek, how you gon' wage war//
When the G.D.'s made M.M.G. shut down their paid tour?//
You getting paid, I got paid more//
Way more, I just get it and spend it, I should've saved more//

[Verse 9]
I signed a deal when you was in the sixth grade, boy//
You got some nice whips but none of them s.hits is paid for//
Man you leased it, don't keep it a damn secret//
You could front for a couple of months but you can't keep it//
And everybody know that you niggas is f.ucking bogus//
You might as well pre order your rest in peace
posters//
You niggas bout to go night night, buenas
noches//
Bleep them all, "I bury those cockroaches"//
This ain't about who the richest and who the
brokest//
This is about who the dopest, a nigga focused//
You moved from Philly//
You only in the city cause of L.A. Big U signed
your eviction notice//

[Verse 10]
You jokers better keep your mouth closed//
I was a household name 'fore you was coming
out your household//
I roll with a bunch of goons so I'm extra safe//
But I still gotta keep a weapon on me just in
case//
No I don't wanna catch a case//
But I never keep the safety on my weapon, I
ain't tryna keep my weapon safe//
You extra fake, show some respect//
Cause I was there when all you used to wear
was dirty ass v-necks//
You spit a bunch of B.S., you don't want it with
me//
I get f.ucking busy, ain't nobody f.ucking with me//

[Verse 11]
Under dig me, I been pretty all my damn life//
Damn right, you might can flow but you can't
write//
You not trying to go to jail and lose your damn
life//
If we start beefin' so lets keep it on the damn
mic//
Bleep all the damn hype, this about bars//
It's not about rollies, it's not about cars//
It's not about Y.S.L. or Audemars//
You jumped off my dick to dick ride Ross, pause//
Keep your eyes on the sparrow Meek//
Cause riding other niggas dicks is not a good
way to travel Meek//
So get off, yeah you tried to get your s.hit off//
But your s.hit soft, you gon' get your head
ripped off//
And all the fronting that you doing got me
pissed off//
Nothing that you write true, that's why I don't
like you//

[Verse 12]
I don't know who hyped you, all your bars
recycled//
Bleep who got opinions, you know you not
winnin'//
I been hot from the beginning//
Son you got problems when they tired of your
style after one album//
I'm not finished, you the dude I'mma chew up//
You my son, one of my sperm cells that grew up//
Yup, I brought you in this world and I can take
you out//
Then let your b.itch and my dick start making
out//
You already know every radio station bout to
have this song bumping//
Like a niga that's breaking out//
Look, you can put my raps in the crack file//
That style you got not yours, that's Peedi Crakk style//
And that's foul, I told you to switch your rap
style awhile back//
Let him get his style back//
You not a loud pack, you a black mild, you just
rap loud//

[Verse 13]
And you are wack cause you rap with another
cat's style//
I ain't feeling Robert Rahmeek Williams//
I'mma kill him, and I can care less if he catch
feelings//
The Meek shall inherit the Earth//
Well that's exactly what Meek gon' inherit
when he buried in dirt//
Meek, you never should've spit that verse//
I ain't Loaded Lux but you know what's up
You bout to get that work//
Get that doctor, get that nurse//
In the hospital bed, you won't get that first//
Yeah, get that casket, get that hearse//
Get that pastor, get that church//
Your career dead, yeah//
And you can keep sleeping on me//

[Verse 14]
But I'm bout to blow up like an airbed, you air
head//
I keep it gutta' niga, word to mother niga//
You signed to a niga that's signed to another
niga//
With a three-sixty deal//
So that mean any time you get money you split money with other nigas//
You break bread, your homies will say I love
you niga//
But they not supporting you, they extorting you//
When you was broke all them nigas was not
around//
But now look at all the nigas you got around//
Yeah you popping now, but if you stop getting
chisle//
All them nigas with you gon' want to start
forgetful//
I've been through it before, I'm not gon' bulls.hit// you

[Verse 15]
It's official, same s.hit different toilet tissue//
It's like they might shoot they pistol//
But if somebody get shot, then the cops gon'
come to get you//
That's your case, they only know your face//
And you can't afford it niga, even if your
dough straight//
It's a slow wait, plus you on probation//
And being caged in is a bleeped up situation//
I'm trying to school you cause you my kid//
And I'm concerned, you gotta learn from the
d.umb s.hit that you done did//
But you always been a s.tupid kid//
You got a little brain even though your head's
s.tupid big//
And you might be getting up in some puss//
But "what you think, you getting girls now
cause of your looks?"//

[Verse 16]
What? You look like an animal in the face//
You remind me of that monkey on Planet of the Apes//
Wait, I see panic in your face//
I know I'm scaring you, this the cockroach
burial//
I'm too hot and got too much material//
But you annoying, I'm getting tired of hearing
you//
You so womanliness you probably get a venereal
disease//
Meek I'm your father, out of your league//
You know your whole team weak//
And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more
than ya a.ss, niga I seen the tweet//
My niga Jag made you have your worse
nightmare//

[Verse 17]
Larceny fam' right here, and we don't fight fair//
And we ain't like your squad cause we all ride//
Meek, you be looking all nervous with the frog eyes//
And Ruff Ryders gon' ride with me too//
So Robert's a.ss is dead, and ain't shit you can do//
Plus the rest of your nigas can get it too//

[Outro]
I get at them, right after I get at you//
Yeah I said it, the rest of your nigas can get it
too//
I get at them, right after I get at you// gay

[Intro]
We gon’ knock this right out
We gon’ skate to one song…
And one song only, nigga
Yeah!
Really?

[Verse]
F.uckin’ ‘Condom Style’? Get your jig on?
You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin’ H.A.M ‘til the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on
Body cast, put him in a body bag
Broke niga, we should put you in a body cast
Real niga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin’ nigas’ spots, that’s why you
probably mad
My story – all guts, glory
Posted on the corner, Glock 40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin’ like none of y’all nigas can harm me
I came from the bottom, where they never
make it at
With all my jewels on, they ain’t never takin’
that
It’s rules to the game I ain’t never breakin’ that
And once you give a statement, niga, you can
never take it back
You lame part of the game, niga pardon the
fame
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and
change
We talkin’ bike life, ’bout to put a park in my
name
Just to ride on you nigas or slide on you nigas
G-5-50 when we glide on you nigas, like
Collide on you nigas, homicide on you niga
I never had no rap, had no ties to you nigas, so
Why you suckas hatin’ and talkin’ ’bout what
I’m makin’?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin’ like I’m
like a Laker?
There’s givers and there’s takers, these nigas is getting’ faker
And I’m just getting’ richer, I wake up and get
my cake up
Black Maserati, chinchillas for profit
Ten killers beside me, all lookin’ like oggies
I remember nights on corners with beef and
broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it’s crazy, Faleek’s got me
All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin’ like I’m KD
How can nigas play me?
If you ain’t talkin’ money, niga, Bleep you, pay
me
Drop H.A.M with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuckin’ jaws goin’
I’m a king, you a pawn, lil’ nigga I’m a don
The c.oke price high, it cost 44 jawn
And like 24 a half, lil’ niga do the math
And you talkin’ ’bout a battle rap
How you gon’ handle that?
Hundred grand, womanliness niga?
We ain’t got the time for that
You ain’t got the stash for that
You the one we laughin’ at
‘Cause you ain’t got half of that, they puff you
up, asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down
Fool, you made me bomb now
Fuckin’ all these superstars like “who be Milly’s bride now?”
Went from drivin’ Bentleys, to goin’ H.A.M
from five pounds
You nigas need to die now
Philly nigga, my town
I heard your car got repo’d
If this was by Lite, boy, you just got depot’d
Them Twitter nigas fuckin’ with your ego
You in the field, try and to turn to God like
Tebow
Naw, that won’t work, niga
That’ll get you merked, niga
All black coats, niga
Lookin’ like a hearse, niga
Been a dead man, so I’mma dig you out the
earth, nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back in the dirt, niga
What you made this year?
What you worth, nigga?
I dropped Dreams and Nightmares, I made
‘Church’, nigga
I did, I’m a boss, youngin’ set the summer off
Now these old nigas mad at me ‘cause they
fallin’ off
Get your hate on, Cass
And we ain’t talkin’ larceny ‘cause they all trash
And your g.oons ain’t ridin’ with you, they all
mad
‘Cause you ain’t never put no food up and ate
all that
My dog caught a body for you
Damn, he ain’t eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can’t get a
beat from him
Plus my niggas comin’ at you, dog, we gon’ keep comin’
Weirdo Forrest Gump niga, better keep
runnin’
DC, niga – you PC niga
While you was scared, I was eatin’ Chi-Chi’s,
niga
Talkin’ to Tip ‘bout how we gon’ beast these
nigas
All I know is “bang bang” like that Chief Keef
niga
Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it
B.itch lookin’ like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of gems on it
All my guns come with a stenz on it
Duck or get hit up
Tuck, niga, you lit up
‘Cause you lookin’ like food, my youngins ready
to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some
s.hit up
Boom! Ha! Stick up!
Your man’ll have to pick up
Whoa!

[Outro]
You know you f.ucked up right?
Aye, aye
The Hustla
You know you f.ucked up, right?
Man I ain’t doin’ this s.hit no more with you
nutty-a.ss nigas
I came in the game, out of, inside of a year,
nigga
I got more money than all you hatin’-a.ss old
nigas put together
Y’all nigas ain’t do shit
Talkin’ all this Philly shit
Y’all nigas ain’t put no bars in the hood out
here, niga
All my nigas drive foreigns
My nigas, my nigas don’t even rap got better
cars than you nigas
Cool copped that ride, you don’t feel sorry for
these b.itch-a.ss rappers
You can’t come to Philly no more
And not even because of this, you was never
comin’ to Philly
You ain’t been here in eight years, you womanliness-
a.ss niga


That was meek's track REPO before CASSIDY's reply with RAID

Dhany110: Ema Prince, you must be a learner. Meek only replied Cass cos of all the buzz he was creating around.... And yet REPO is D O P E, beats all of 4 Cassidy's beef and diss tracks

u be MUMU!! and u call urself a rapper..u can't differentiate real diss from a feel good music.meek was busy talking about how much money and chains he got just like his BAUCE does while cass was digging his grave.meek that only raps with the same patern,always screaming.the style ain't even his own.please read cassidy's lines well

Ema prince:

u be MUMU!! and u call urself a rapper..u can't differentiate real diss from a feel good music.meek was busy talking about how much money and chains he got just like his BAUCE does while cass was digging his grave.meek that only raps with the same patern,always screaming.the style ain't even his own.please read cassidy's lines well

Lwkmd