Garcian Smith Lyrics

Cel-Man Iller

Intro:
Look at me x8
(Look, I look cleaner, look, look, I’m a cleaner)

Verse 1

Locked in my hyperbolic chamber

Pumping my muscles

Finally they got the bigger picture

Cant you fuck with a scuffle?

My

Chosis is failure

Made of fuck ups

Feels so familiar

Nostalgic

Been bumming the same garbs

Life seems to just stay hard

I’m, feeling juicy

Spit these scrutanies through conscious rap

But Im gothic trap

The Dreadsperado

Dots and X’s

Emptied bottles

Gimme me them shoes, that top, them jeans, break yourself get butt naked

Got fads and styles, and done had them since prehistoric ages

I’m idle wild to pursue a new action with evasion

Its hard to smile when your world flips the script and leaves you wasted

Druggy chasers got that thuggy nature and thats not bad.

Its nothing major, cause your tough as paper

So let me jot this rap

Iocked in my hyperbolic chamber

Pumping my muscles

Buffing my skills

Honing up the juke

These motha fuckas

Can die

Iocked in my hyperbolic chamber

Pumping my muscles

Buffing my skills

Honing up the juke

This motha fuckas so clutch

Locked in my hyperbolic chamber

Pumping my muscles

Cutting up these bars

Leave weaponless scars

Keep an eye on guard

With a weapon to spar

I dont mess with hard

Only messed with soft

Only cheated me once

Then I cut that bitch off

Is you hungry or nah?

Got that little green card

No more m&m guards

It’s nights s

ilent sounding alarms

Dope

Locked in my hyperbolic chamber

Pumping my muscles x2

333

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