LISMAR (BZRP Music Sessions #60)

Bi-Bi-Bizarrap

If it doesn’t exist, I’ll create it
Because I have a very fierce pencil
You have plenty of support, but you lack talent
I suffocate tigers and leave them gasping
And like a lominera, I face my problems

And you, and you’re nothing, your act is trash
I’m pure like the cocaine Pablo put in the packets
They keep mocking me, but I don’t respond, always with class
This envy will kill you, but there’s no cure for it

And I am the wall, the Great Wall of China
I’d be wasting my lyrics sending them to this girl
I’m calm, but I was raised in the hood
The street taught me to be a tigress, but with finesse

Your whole crew is banging their heads to my songs at the party
And whoever doesn’t like my style can go to hell
They don’t shine like me and that bothers them
Everyone wants to look like me, I’m the trend

The crybabies throw stones and hide their hands
They keep sending me indirect jabs but don’t mention my name
They don’t shine like me and that bothers them
Everyone wants to look like me, I’m the trend

Lismar, I have an abnormal style
I treated you like a tortilla in the frying pan
I don’t care if you don’t like me
In the end, you won’t pay my bills
My lower back now carries the rap of the new generation
They can kick me out, fools, I won’t fail
You’re great? Stripping on a pole dance
Who told you that you’re fit to do rap?

I’m a sovereign of the Dominican Republic
I’ll die crowned like Princess Diana
I cut them in two, I have a katana in my tongue
And if they close the door on me, I’ll break their window

I dreamed of expressing myself, never of having money or fame
But both came to me overnight
And now I spread the bed with hundred-dollar bills
Even my little dog wears a Cuban collar around its neck

They piss their pants, they’re all afraid of the lominera
From carrying my daughters on my back, I feel like my waist is already messed up
They release a song and the audience reacts with skull emojis
I live as if I were to die tomorrow, I have respect, anyone can have talent

We’d sink even Christopher Columbus’s ship if he tried to sail in Lismar’s sea
My money is too much for the bank, and I hid it under the bed
Don’t call me, I’m not in the mood for you
My presence scares them, like a Banshee
Too much for anyone, a real gangster
So high, in the Blue Magic style

Your whole crew is banging their heads to my songs at the party
And whoever doesn’t like my style can go to hell
They don’t shine like me and that bothers them
Everyone wants to look like me, I’m the trend

The crybabies throw stones and hide their hands
They keep sending me indirect jabs but don’t mention my name
They don’t shine like me and that bothers them
Everyone wants to look like me, I’m the trend

(Look like me)
(Loo-look like me)
(Look like me)
(Loo-look like me)

Hey, look like me, all of them want to compete
They’re not singers, they’re comedians playing dumb to get noticed
I say stop, that’s why I lit it up
They weren’t expecting this collaboration with Bi (Biza!)
I’m on top and didn’t sell my body
I set the microphone on fire like it was a cigarette, bitch