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Giarmo - Lyricist With Bad Spirits, Pt. 2 Lyrics



Giarmo - Lyricist With Bad Spirits, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Uhh G-G Giarmo, cooked up, this one!
Giarmo cooked up this one I see
You already know it's gonna be a good then...
Alright
Yeah, look
My penmanship is feeling ill
Lyrics lookin fresh today just like it's yesterday
But I ain't really the one to pop pills
Just with the mic and pen first degree murder; yeah, my bars kill
I'm a big boss, call me Rick Ross with the sick cost
Sick in your mind, feeling lost?
Mic and a pen I will not stop
Flames coming from my hands like a fire pit, stop!
Killing everything in the vicinity, like literally
I'm stepping up from Little League, attack like a killer bee
So don't you see? I will go tomfoolery
Foolish of me, mess around and I found my niche
You don't wanna see me after 1 Diet Coke!
Spitting bars so dang hard it'll make you choke
I ain't quick to provoke, but mess around and find out;
And you'll probably need a place to hide out
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists
Yeah, cuz
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists, yeah
You'll need a place to hide now; on high ground
When I'm running towards prey, I don't slow down
Try to bring me down, but they don't know that I don't go down
When I'm spitting I'm inner spinning, showdown!
I will make a showdown, no hold down,
So profound; they probably don't even know now
True skill found so I know just what to do now
Looking at y'all from the top screaming; "How it feel now?"
Mouth moving so fast, they can't find me; where's Waldo?
Wavy over the beat like vibrato
Turbo boost on high throttle
Moving fast like an Ak on auto
Bursting so automatically, moving so cinematically
Honestly, I'm a prodigy, goddess of musicology
Psychologically gifted, I'm mythically trained
I'm honestly being lifted, I'm feeling it in my veins!
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists
Yeah, cuz
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists, yeah
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Uhh G-G Giarmo, cooked up, this one!
Giarmo cooked up this one I see
You already know it's gonna be a good then...
Alright
Yeah, look
My penmanship is feeling ill
Lyrics lookin fresh today just like it's yesterday
But I ain't really the one to pop pills
Just with the mic and pen first degree murder; yeah, my bars kill
I'm a big boss, call me Rick Ross with the sick cost
Sick in your mind, feeling lost?
Mic and a pen I will not stop
Flames coming from my hands like a fire pit, stop!
Killing everything in the vicinity, like literally
I'm stepping up from Little League, attack like a killer bee
So don't you see? I will go tomfoolery
Foolish of me, mess around and I found my niche
You don't wanna see me after 1 Diet Coke!
Spitting bars so dang hard it'll make you choke
I ain't quick to provoke, but mess around and find out;
And you'll probably need a place to hide out
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists
Yeah, cuz
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists, yeah
You'll need a place to hide now; on high ground
When I'm running towards prey, I don't slow down
Try to bring me down, but they don't know that I don't go down
When I'm spitting I'm inner spinning, showdown!
I will make a showdown, no hold down,
So profound; they probably don't even know now
True skill found so I know just what to do now
Looking at y'all from the top screaming; "How it feel now?"
Mouth moving so fast, they can't find me; where's Waldo?
Wavy over the beat like vibrato
Turbo boost on high throttle
Moving fast like an Ak on auto
Bursting so automatically, moving so cinematically
Honestly, I'm a prodigy, goddess of musicology
Psychologically gifted, I'm mythically trained
I'm honestly being lifted, I'm feeling it in my veins!
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists
Yeah, cuz
I'm a lyricist, containing some bad spirits
Rapping is my interest, why keep a watch on your wrist
If time doesn't exist or we all have limits
When the devil visits or when we all fight with our fists, yeah
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Writer: Jeremy Schweigert
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Giarmo - Lyricist With Bad Spirits, Pt. 2 Video
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Performed By: Giarmo
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Jeremy Schweigert

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