Era - Fresh Mints of Delaware lyrics

Verse 1: 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 s**as 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 sh**, 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 f**in dummy... Hook: 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 Verse 2: 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 sh**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 sh**s re re That retard flow so artful If sk** was alphabetical mine would be aardvark bro I'm at the top of this list, rockin this sh** 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 (Hook) Verse 3: 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 sh**, lookin at your b**h 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 b**hes 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 b**hes ovaries