Got a lighter take a Bic. For them fo’, five hits.
Come with me and take a trip to the sto’ right quick. 
See the 7-Eleven they whack ass, drove past.
Go to the corner store cuz the black man owns that
Keep the money in the community, and know this quote.
Buy the cigarillo plus you would need a Calypso.
Now we start to move like our muscles have been in atrophy.
And actually we pack the weed sack in the DM natural leaf
Plastic wrapper. We catch a peak, looking above the dash and see.
The boys on patrol but thank God them police isn’t flashing me.
Maybe the car wasn’t a safe bet, they sweat
Even just by living it’s like they think that we a threat.
So we gotta dismount, just bounce, discount
To the fact I acquiesce the pigs are winning this round.
But they fake as hell, nigga. Ride in they gazelle, nigga.
Meaning impala they follow, then I break a cell, nigga.
That means hide weed where my toes is.
And I keep my pair in sight, get it? Trichinosis.
Sickest focus improve when my niggas blow this.
Now we gotta find a safe spot so we can roll this.
Where they don’t notice, maybe in a hallway
apartment building, no one home and I be in here all day.
Gotta be quiet no speaking with a fellow rapper.
Take the dutch and the sack out the cigarillo wrapper.




I swear to God I hope this stale ass rello don’t crack.
Shit is ancient like the Kemetic temples at Karnak
Lick it down the middle like the predictable way to eat puss.
That’s why bitches turn dyke. Cuz y’all niggas weak fucks.
Somebody with nails I need your participation.
Split Dutch, spill guts like evisceration.
Paper getting damp like a bitch that cum when it’s good.
Spit is like glue flicking shit with tongue, it sticks good.
Cannabis sativa rolled up in the leaf natural.
Why yo kid on Ridalin and you believe Adderall?
Man you know your kid don’t need no special education.
That ain’t nothing but a modern-day segregation.
Used to’ get kicked out of’ class almost every single day.
But my I.Q. one fifty nigga anyway. Ain’t 
better than getting a little ass with the blunt.
Nothing better than hitting a little grass with the cunt.
She got throat skills. Hoes had to sing while they blow kings
Pouring codeine pro-methazine while they blow green.
Broke needs proceeds mostly to go see
Dealers just to cop the California and the slow lean.
Blackberry kush, like it’s named for the phone.
Even got Obama kush like the plane with the drone.
Bomb weed, Sierra Mist mixed with Calypso.
Purple like the color of the codeine that we sip slow.




Gotta red cornea looking like curry up in eye.
Lids low, warning ya look like a hurry up and bye.
Shit’s slow motion like the camera when he pull a stunt.
One twenty eighth light the gram up when he roll a blunt. 
You don’t even gotta let lips touch paper
Hot box hold it in and mix much vapor.
Top notch dro smoke breathing in mo’
Passed in a circle’ like we niggas’ that believe in a cult. 
So then use the potential of lung capacity efficient pull
Using the end she’ll then tongue the cavity while pushing dro
Down into the windpipe. Smoking with a thin dyke.
Asking me about my past life and what it been like.
Just another’ cannabis party’ how I spend nights.
You ain’t putting in then nigga you ain’t got an invite.
Fake gestures like do you need a light, bruh?
Niggas trying to add heads to it like a hydra.
It ain’t no free rides, when it come to my drugs.
Plus shit is mad tight, bruh, like it’s Lycra.
Never do no other drugs, them inhibit my ambition.
Never put no poison in my body like a dietician.
Message I deliver when I’m high up like a flying pigeon.
Black Olmec like I originated Mayan vision.
Speaking when I’m high and making you more conscious.
Smoke a blunt I’m watching Dr. Umar Johnson.


"Faded" (unofficial unmixed demo)

"Feels So Good" (unofficial unmixed demo)

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Giving me skills?...like oil to Arabians, its tragic 
how niggas claim to be sick when they're not like Magic. 
I'm sick of feeling like the world's not real, 
not feel like it's important or it matters that I got skill. 
Shocked, like my mother when I stuck that bitch. 
But all she does is talk shit...nigga, fuck that bitch 
because there's hell to pay. It's too bad I can't afford it. 
I'm fucked before I start like a baby that got aborted. 
Beating around the bush when you come in disguise 
like punching a female in the stomach and thighs 
because I be sick and creative like God making diseases. 
And niggas couldn't hang even if they killed Jesus. 
Creative like the hip-hop Salvador Dali, 
I know I'll never be shit. But do I care? Hardly. 
I'm sick of being broke, the water and lights over 
because I probably stole more than I bought like twice over 
and my mom keeps bitching, and I'm sick of all this gay shit. 
and if I cut my fucking leg nobody can say shit. 
Fuck the rich people and the delusional faggots 
who want to grow up and become fly like maggots. 
I don't give a fuck if I die with my neck bleeding 
and you never see me again, like the Garden of Eden 
because my wordplay's sick-- like my mental in the worst way. 
Kill myself with a recyclable bag on Earth Day. 
(CHORUS) 
Life doesn't matter but still I'm sick and a boss. 
Here Bitch-- hold my motherfucking dick in your jaws, 
I just don't give a fuck. Fight niggas and steal shit. 
I'm poor as hell but fuck it I make real shit. 
(Repeat Once) 
Their economy of words shows their incapability, 
you couldn't hang even if the Ku Klux was killing me. 
Emcee- Must Crush. Step up, well so be it. 
Bitches take my name in vein like my names an opiate. 
Underground-- petroleum comes out when I piss this. 
Get the fuck out of my way, like Walmart in Christmas. 
Is this six layers? I use it to rip players and cut squares 
like fucking masons and bricklayers. 
I'm unaccostable, Foster you'll cause a full shit and wreck on. 
Positively the best-- with no electron. 
Stop what you breathe through and choke like a sealed stoma. 
I'm sweet enough to enduce a diabetic coma. 
I never pull bitches the shit just does not bother me. 
I don't give a fuck, like Reagan about poverty. 
I don't wanna fuck your girl, I don't even need this. 
I'd rather punch her fucking stomach and murder the fetus. 
I'm sick of living half my life so nigga fuck you. 
I'm sick of being smarter than every bitch I talk to. 
There dumb as shit, and yet they still act stuck up? 
Motherfucker suck my dick and shut the fuck up. 
Like bodies on display, remains to be seen 
my life-- it's like I'm fucking stuck in the wrong dream 
so I take Ambien to flip out when I stuck you. 
Blow my fucking brains out-- the ultimate fuck you. 
(CHORUS X2) 
If there's one thing I hate even more than rich faggots 
it's rappers who talk about the same damn shit faggots. 
I rip faggots whenever they call like phone dial, 
shit so dope I be trying to bite my own style. 
No class like socialism, at least I came clean. 
I'm like a dam-- I block the fucking mainstream. 
You know when I battled this nigga I straight ripped him. 
He don't even wanna talk about it like rape victims, 
hold it down like repressed vomit. I spoke diction. 
You can't see me like the black book from Pulp Fiction. 
My dick out-- I piss on the side of the churches. 
I take my rap notebook and shove it into your cervix 
to give life to words like a chicken scene hatch. 
You're a fake substitute like a nicotine patch, 
nervous like a dumb bitch on a game show that chokes dead. 
With more lines than a motherfucking cokehead 
and you can't spit so I called you a hack. 
You're such a bitch even Ru Paul called you a fag. 
We spit hard shit like loose teeth when I attack this 
and left 'em worse off than Bush babysitting black kids. 
Fuck the radio and all of the ear bleeders. 
A bunch of fucking faggots that dance like cheerleaders. 
Nice to know ain't know rapper coming at you, 
a better chance of Mel Gibson becoming a Jew 
because I destroy challengers, broken O-Ring flows and 
drop a jewel like I tripped when I was proposing. 
You beating me on the mic? Get with the program, 
that's like Sinnead O' Connor shaking The Pope's hand. 
Hip hop is lost, I'm a map through the corridor. 
Garcia touches more hearts than a coroner. 
Any beat I come across, I'm killing all of it. 
Kanye dropped out, so they gave me his scholarship. 
(CHORUS X2)

Garcia the Eclectic - "Tend the Rabbits"

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Garcia the Eclectic - "Reverse Creation"

Garcia The Eclectic - "Inconsolable Rage"

Garcia The Eclectic -  "Conversation with Satan"

Garcia The Eclectic - "Seasons"

Garcia The Eclectic - "Diseased Children"

Depressive Realism (Un-mixed Demo)

Garcia the Eclectic - Killuminati (album mix)

REAL, INTELLIGENT HIP HOP. Creative, substance driven lyrics, impeccable flow, wordplay, and straight up skill makes this LP a classic. With diverse lyrical themes and a unique sound; this album has a mid-nineties feel that's undeniable to any true hip hop head, or lover of old school.