carmen amare – 1995 freestyles part 1 lyrics
it’s cizzar, with the bizarre bizzars
cut from a different cloth, but still these b-tches wanna scissar
want a cream colored whip like a young b-tch discharge
and stash it up with green like the geico lizard
i’m still getting love from my old sh-t
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-ck 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-tches disgusting, tell em suck it for trukfit
they swear this sh-t so mothaf-cking sweet
up iup and penn state i live in mothaf-cking sheetz
and you know i got these ewings on my mothaf-cking feet
and every other bar i spit is just another f-cking 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-tches 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-tching?
most of y’all ain’t made for this rap sh-t
most of y’all ain’t made for this trap sh-t
most of y’all could get sprayed and get clapped quick
disappear like magic cause y’all some mothaf-ckin actors
abracadabra my swagga will grab ya
you’re not even a faction of a fraction of my past sh-t
my past sh-t will make your past tense
my present sh-t will make your future shiver
my future sh-t 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-tches, i dismiss b-tches
i’m wi-wicked, these limp b-tches 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-ggas
i’ll solange knowles in an elevator kick a n-gga
i feel like, the compet-tion 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-ckas 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!
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