Fresh Mints of Delaware Above Average

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 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...

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