Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carmen, artist - Niko IsDate of issue: 02.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carmen |
| I was conceived by an angel with a halo made of gold |
| Got the beats by Thanks Joey then I tailor-made the flow |
| Now I say the greatest phrases that could razorblade the throat |
| Visit the strangest places in a space ship that’s space shipped |
| See the greatest is my alias, maybe it’s just my fro |
| Fame is a vain bitch ass getting naked for the dough |
| Hating on the glow of the craziest |
| Packing stadiums in the back like daisies |
| Mama made me spontaneous |
| Stimulating the labias of the ladies in my radius |
| It’s hard to digest my food for thought, bad pancreas |
| Mama made me ??? |
| was playing Julio Iglesias |
| Acting like she don’t see nothing |
| Jamie Foxx, Van Backer, and that goes like phantasmal |
| Mothers of Invention and that’s word to Frank Zappa |
| Jam backer, stuck in my way like Anne Hatha- |
| This game is chess, I’m moving like a grandmasta |
| Bobby Fischer at 13, look, checkmate |
| I spit a sixteen like a chess game |
| Yes mane, pawns try to move me, I got prawns on my sushi |
| I’m the Fonz, I’m so coolie, James Bond in the movie |
| 'Ey mi corazoncito, feel my heart beat |
| I got a heart of darkness, they hunting for that dark meat |
| Running like an athlete, black feet |
| Bare against the concrete |
| Cool like palm trees in the calm breeze |
| You see the future in my rhymes like they palm leaves |
| The mic is in my heart not a side piece |
| Like palm feet, so pardon me |
| We go back like we some car seats |
| Green party like I’m speaking on Garvey, the far see |
| Now rock to the beat like a kid with ADD when you rocking the seat |
| I never talk in riddles, I’m like Ridelin when I’m rocking to sleep |
| They shot in the street just like photography |
| Whether my pockets are deep or not just know my flow is rich |
| The dough is just the mark of the beast |
| I’m known for dropping the heat in a market of meat |
| Yeah, like fuck what you think the project needing |
| And they musically starving and I got them eating |
| Thank God I’m breathing, thank God I’m beasting |
| You see the odds are stacked against us now I got them even |
| I give them something to believe in when I spit it |
| Life is a bitch that ain’t gender specific, let’s get analytic |
| Said love is a political technology |
| But we ain’t work out the bugs yet so it ain’t working properly |
| My father was a pimp, Iceberg Slim |
| Ever since I was a boy, I wanted to be just like him |
| Addicted to chasing sin, living and making friends |
| Trippin' on my conditions, while sippin' in Layton gin |
| Blow like Chicago wind, every time that I go in |
| If you want to swim with sharks |
| You have to hang on to my fin |
| Had to ride a raft, well that I got velvet skin |
| I’m tired of waiting, mama, my patience is getting thin |
| Climb the family tree, tryna keep it G for my kin |
| Giggling to the Bay, now I got a permanent grin |
| Write a song about bitches, now bitches are Halloween |
| Had some hard times but now my rhymes are bringing the dollars in |
| Since you gave me ask two pence |
| But through that you gave me strength |
| Talk some sense into me, now I make sense on the beat |
| And it make sense for my pockets |
| So don’t be sensitive mama |
| Mama, you see no dents in my armor |