Can't Get There From Here (Spose)

Everybody throw your hands up right now and make some God damn noise Hailing from the state, of ocean and lakes Get ready for those good rhymes and metaphors, the state of Maine changing the game Making music good for your brain, so open your earlobes Here's Spose! With no rims on the whip, and no collagen lips I rip through the state of Maine with the halogens lit I'm not Rick but I spit slick I'm rippin and breakin the fakest of rappers who think they be sinkin my ship quick, quick, all aboard From the state where they think we all mate with our cousins With no indoor plumbing, moose by the bakers dozens We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns, papa's long gone rocking long johns, fat verses over purchase 30 racks of beers Made peers laugh and cheer throw a hand up in the atmosphere Cause everybody knows my name like the cast of Cheers But they say I shouldn't rap from here, I made it finally Puffed all kind of leaves, whack rapper time to leave Rhymes sick - lyme disease Pine trees, skate rails But mostly white trophy wives rock fake nails at bake sales And all the haters say Spose - Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine? You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here) Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical (But you can't get there from here) You must of lost your mind I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't (But you can't get there from her) You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state You can't be great (You can't get there from here) From where teenage moms and their babies dwell Where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills Where the wives get beat and no one hears them yell And it's not Compton or Brooklyn or A-T-L We spend most times weeded cause the coastline's scenic But the chances of succeeding are slimmer than a bulimic Still I put my life in rhyme form and recorded it On my debut and stayed true to my coordinates No, never recorded it, ask my subordinates Since back when my weed had more seeds than tournaments I'm going for the gold, as if that wasn't obvious And stopping Spose, that's like trying to handcuff an octopus Wake up every morning, wrote a new verse Even if I wasn't winning I wasn't a loser Look if you want to excel (2XL) like huge shirts Doesn't matter what your zip code is Just do work Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine? You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here) Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical (But you can't get there from here) You must of lost your mind I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't (But you can't get there from here) You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state You can't be great (You can't get there from here) You can't get down from here without magic, well poof I google maps'd it I'm there maxin' I've seen them laughing, now I'm, the main attraction and when I die they'll pour out all their Pabst in my absence Steered off course, fuck your path I'm the captain, Crunch time all day cereal with my actions No need for lucky charms, just a bit of passion The make it from where Frosted Flakes fall to relaxin Yeah i fool, fools, use Trix on silly rabbits Did it just for Kix when I started out rapping And I grew up in Maine so they said that'll never happen But we got the alphabet too and I'm nasty Comin and killin abilities some of the illest they ever did see and they love it they haven't a crumb on my skill and I'm sonnin the dumbest of villains............ Are you out of your brain, rapping from Maine? You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here) Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical (But you can't get there from here) You must of lost your mind I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't (But you can't get there from here) You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state You can't be great (You can't get there from here)