A Little Something - CASUAL, Del The Funky Homosapien

Yeah, huh

I will display my dynamics

Get out the way damnit

I plan it just to leave MC’s abandoned

Brandin X’s when I flex this

I wreck shit and leave rappers searching for the exit

Lets get physical, I got precision skill

Until I fill ya spot when you rot

Shrivel, crazy paranoia 'cause I’ll kill you

Cut you, me and my microphone reach out and touch you

Crush you into particles

I’m sparkin, still I get smarter

And I make my styles hits harder

I mack styles, stack piles, distract smiles

You’re wack while I continue to get in you

The main purpose to my service

Is to make MC’s nervous

No one will serve this

Superb is my skill

Niggas get chills as I spills 'em

I kills them with vocals

I slam and folks will

Out jammies because I slam with ease

And you can’t deny that because you abandoned me

Huh, I came to collect my thoughts

This collection brought perfection

And it was taught to the masses

Now your ass is out

'Cause Cas is out

Your shit clash, I doubt

That you will make it

But you can fake it, like these other pooh-butts

I don’t know who or what signed 'em

They must be in it for the loot

Fuck, I don’t need this wack shit

My tracks hit, the straight beat, and that’s it

I hate a weak MC

When he speaks it tempts me

To crack his skull and leave his domepiece empty