[Posdonus] Up in them five-star tellies sayin two mic rhymes be them average MC's of the times Unlike them, we craft gems So systematically inclined to
AK up your ass an' blow that fucker clean out 'Cause you niggas in the wrong You came up short an' now we finna get it goin' on I ain't your average
something to eat And if you're dirty, then go take a bath And doowutchyalike Stetsasonics, adjust for the hip hop fans And since we're not your average
ever get your mack on please, how bout you? I like the way you're melodic it's 'cause you capture hypnotic Portraits and seem to make the average exotic
tree I'm just an everyday average simple man Trying to be true to who I am That's just me, that's just me I'm just an everyday average country fan Trying
' binder roll But it's a mighty rough road around Chattanooga there's kerbs on a four mile grade It was on that grade that Joe lost his average You should
your tape and rock, you ghetto blaster It's not about the money, cars, hotels or resorts About sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts Now, I'm Dave
messages) Makin' party people slaves Ya hit reverse to rewind and defy my cause One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours He's no average
Run and tell your dad the abstract's the bag As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has ass Poets got the gimmicks but they lack the sassafras To make the average
on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster It?s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts I?m Dave
[Music: Cabra / Lyrics: Dave Rotten] Liquid of life of great value Highly curative, bringer of strength Heals my wounds and keeps me alive Divine elixir
evergreen tree I'm just an everyday average simple man Trying to be true to who I am That's just me, that's just me I'm just an everyday average country
to rewind, and defy my cause "One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours" [Chorus One: Yvette Michelle] He's no average M.C., with a smile
. Highs in the mid 80's, and lows about 75 degrees. It's 11:30 A.M. on WFDS, +We're From the DarkSide+ radio. This is Dave Rock'n'Reel, as we take
ass and blow that fucker clean out Cause you niggas in the wrong You came up short and now we fin to get it going on I ain't your average motherfucker
out our glamour Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art [Dave from We Came As Romans:] "You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average
get your mack on please, how bout you? I like the way you're melodic, it's cause you capture hypnotic Portraits and seem to make the average exotic Probably
sicka flow and spill it like a liquor store, i spit the shit to make a cripple get up and dance I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants
