[Verse 1: GPA]

I'll blow a couple years from now

Devoid of fears, devoid of peers

But how?

Cause of someone I could or couldn't do without

It's you

Whether it be positive or negative, I'm still electrically segregated from the competition

Elevated in relevation

Or is it revelations?

Either way I'm razing out of the daily masturbation to the mainstream masticating on what I got to say, um

I occupy one state, uh

I'm always solid state, bruh

You on shaky ground, unsolid feet, I'm called elite

With them collard greens I'm mauling these, taller trees

With fossils traits like they Paula Deen

I ain't late great yet

I'm base ten, not basic

You face me and it's game set, match

You ain't got no game bitch, smacked

Make you my change bitch, cracked

I verbally hang these, wacks

See when I spit I'm stating, facts

The difference is it's scientific bitch

Yeah, science bitch!

If it was a crime to shit on

I'd be in prison

I'm like lyrical nuclear fission

You're just a lyrical superstition

[Verse 2: A-Delicious]

A future genius in hip hop psychology

Tip top of the old block with big socks and slick fine monogamy

Chip off the rhyme following, ancient

Ain't you wanna watch as I climb to peaks

My base camp in the basement

At best that's the nicest suite

Like a G? I'm a white kid with a dicey dream

Dreaming of being up on stage, or staging death to get iced or freed

Freezing with demons talking while I am asleep

I find it alien you barely think of sailing as breeze

Derailing trains and taking aim at the fakest MCs

Its self degrading, it takes lots to be faker than me

I've badhabits, but I'm rabid at rap with such ease

Tricks are for cereal killers on the mic

I'mma snap crackle, attack it

Pack in west Washington world tonight

The rest are obviously not tight as even half of me

I'm happily gonna be slapping them side the mouth

How you deal with it better be realer

Than Sabzi getting love in the south

Hugging a load of explosives won't get you blown up

It'll blow you around