Above Average - Fresh Mints of Delaware lyrics
[Above Average - Fresh Mints of Delaware lyrics]
I heard that ya’ll like punchlines
Well did you hear the one about
The rapper who don’t rhyme oh wait
That’s every rapper that’s on the radio
It’s crazy though
It seems like theses suckas are
Stuck on lazy mode
I don’t ever wanna hear Hip-Hop is dead
When you ain’t bumpin me
You bump chief keef instead
Me? Intelligent individual
Treat my art as if it were the centerfold
While everyone else is solely
Focused on the visuals
Fast cars, chains, hoes, and residuals
I'mma be one to teach em all the principals
I’m the king of the syllables
You swimmin in the kiddy pool
Pitful rhymes is typical
Here we go, another rapper blowin up
Illuminati ain’t shit, give it up
I heard enough punk
Quit comin at with these stupid remarks
Your logic’s kinda funny
See you belong in a crashed
Car you fuckin dummy
When the time comes the people gonna find me
Bury you inside the rhymes that I'm writing
Bring the knowledge in the
Proof when you're fighting
Taking only truth on my path to the mighty
Above Average is comin correct
While Era’s beat steady thumpin they chest
The crowd as pump as it gets
Bobbin their heads
While this shit's bumpin they get stressed
Freakin out thinking bout what's next yes
It's me more deadly than Bruce Lee
I’m the white terry crews, Triple triple OG
Homie come and see me on the streets
I beat the beat up call me chris brown
This shit's re re that retard flow so artful
If skill was alphabetical mine
Would be aardvark bro
I’m at the top of this list, rockin this shit
Not sayin it’s off the noggin
Quit your commentin trick
We’re very aware that it’s writin
It’s actually a rarity to see one
Of these verses that isn’t
But the thing about my raps is
They happen to be business
Put a cap on all you yappin we the best
Now I’m finished
I’m the best at bustin’ raps on this planet
Above Average plannin damage with
Mics he’s been handed the camera is candid
You stepped into the mind of a insanity
Can't you see that I’m the rapper
That’s clearly got the advantage B?
I guess I got a bit vanity but shit
Lookin at your bitch I could’ve
Sworn she was a manatee
Can it be that this is cuz you
Wack and cannot stand to me
Or is just because the fatties
Seem to be your fantasy?
I ain't here to judge I’m cool with that
But make my bitches booty clap
Before they get scooby snack
I bet it’s hard for you to
Get groupies in the back of your "Tour Bus"
They ain’t fallin for yo hoopty act
Ugh, you better be bringing that heat
If you're comin at me
Your crumblin mumblin never on beat
Youre fumblin stumblin over your feet
You're done get over it g
Cold shouldered a piece of meat
You wanna piece of me well
So did you bitches ovaries
Well did you hear the one about
The rapper who don’t rhyme oh wait
That’s every rapper that’s on the radio
It’s crazy though
It seems like theses suckas are
Stuck on lazy mode
I don’t ever wanna hear Hip-Hop is dead
When you ain’t bumpin me
You bump chief keef instead
Me? Intelligent individual
Treat my art as if it were the centerfold
While everyone else is solely
Focused on the visuals
Fast cars, chains, hoes, and residuals
I'mma be one to teach em all the principals
I’m the king of the syllables
You swimmin in the kiddy pool
Pitful rhymes is typical
Here we go, another rapper blowin up
Illuminati ain’t shit, give it up
I heard enough punk
Quit comin at with these stupid remarks
Your logic’s kinda funny
See you belong in a crashed
Car you fuckin dummy
When the time comes the people gonna find me
Bury you inside the rhymes that I'm writing
Bring the knowledge in the
Proof when you're fighting
Taking only truth on my path to the mighty
Above Average is comin correct
While Era’s beat steady thumpin they chest
The crowd as pump as it gets
Bobbin their heads
While this shit's bumpin they get stressed
Freakin out thinking bout what's next yes
It's me more deadly than Bruce Lee
I’m the white terry crews, Triple triple OG
Homie come and see me on the streets
I beat the beat up call me chris brown
This shit's re re that retard flow so artful
If skill was alphabetical mine
Would be aardvark bro
I’m at the top of this list, rockin this shit
Not sayin it’s off the noggin
Quit your commentin trick
We’re very aware that it’s writin
It’s actually a rarity to see one
Of these verses that isn’t
But the thing about my raps is
They happen to be business
Put a cap on all you yappin we the best
Now I’m finished
I’m the best at bustin’ raps on this planet
Above Average plannin damage with
Mics he’s been handed the camera is candid
You stepped into the mind of a insanity
Can't you see that I’m the rapper
That’s clearly got the advantage B?
I guess I got a bit vanity but shit
Lookin at your bitch I could’ve
Sworn she was a manatee
Can it be that this is cuz you
Wack and cannot stand to me
Or is just because the fatties
Seem to be your fantasy?
I ain't here to judge I’m cool with that
But make my bitches booty clap
Before they get scooby snack
I bet it’s hard for you to
Get groupies in the back of your "Tour Bus"
They ain’t fallin for yo hoopty act
Ugh, you better be bringing that heat
If you're comin at me
Your crumblin mumblin never on beat
Youre fumblin stumblin over your feet
You're done get over it g
Cold shouldered a piece of meat
You wanna piece of me well
So did you bitches ovaries