Don Jones - Weekendstrumental lyrics

[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 b**h, smacked Make you my change b**h, cracked I verbally hang these, wacks See when I spit I'm stating, facts The difference is it's scientific b**h Yeah, science b**h! If it was a crime to sh** 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 d**h 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 k**ers 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