Carmen Amare - 1995 Freestyles Part 1 lyrics
It's Cizzar, with the bizarre bizzars Cut from a different cloth, but still these b**hes wanna scissar Want a cream colored whip like a young b**h discharge And stash it up with green like the Geico lizard I'm still getting love from my old sh** Y'all drop projects and we forget so quick My bible said remain silent, let my friends praise me But yet the more quiet i got seems like my friends hate me So now, i'm like f** it! if they hate me i love it No frenemies on my budget like bad habits i cut em I'm feeling like Chuck D i'm an enemy of the public And these wack b**hes disgusting, tell em s** it for trukfit They swear this sh** so mothaf**ing sweet Up IUP and Penn State i live in mothaf**ing Sheetz And you know i got these Ewings on my mothaf**ing feet And every other bar i spit is just another f**ing tweet East African Queen, King Life, living my dreams Illadel, ball like Joel, (it's) embedded for me to bling And they know west side is the best side I got these b**hes chasing waterfalls i'm Left Eye Pause, but they know that i come hard I'm controversial like abortions and gun laws Rappers like Carmy, please write one for us Because i never fail, i'm the female Chuck Norris So many people show me fake love, thinking ima fall for it They tell me to break a leg but they mean it like Paul George But i will never slip, plus my fans violent I go Crazy Eyes, these rappers is Dandelions I can see it, they don't even like the rhymes that they spitting You uncomfortable looking at the floor, why is you b**hing? Most of y'all ain't made for this rap sh** Most of y'all ain't made for this trap sh** Most of y'all could get sprayed and get clapped quick Disappear like magic cause y'all some mothaf**in actors Abracadabra my swagga will grab ya You're not even a faction of a fraction of my past sh** My past sh** will make your past tense My present sh** will make your future shiver My future sh** is pivotal just like Hibbert Soon to see Arenas like Gilbert I'm Ebola, you're a hiccup I ain't even on my word exercise You fear words, I scare words I make verbs exercise I don't diss b**hes, I dismiss b**hes I'm wi-wicked, these limp b**hes is ridiculous My rhythmic is down to an arithmetic Science it's endless slaughter like Limp Bizkit I'm so on a respirator sick of n***as I'll Solange Knowles in an elevator kick a n***a I feel like, the competition is dead to me Y'all not feeling y'all selves, y'all might need to pop an ecstasy And you know we got a plug for that We got plugs for weed We got plugs for crack Everybody got plugs, they got plugs for gats But what's so special about you? Where's your love for rap? Where's your pride to be black? Where's the hugs and daps? What happened to artists with good hearts that spit darts and facts? I'm balling like Amile and Jabril Mothaf**as hating on Carr cause Aquill The Crown Ain't Safe they know it's over when i spit Dropping Supernova just so the legacy is clinched It's West Philly… Carmen Amare!