Texty: Spose. Can't Get There From Here.

Everybody put your hands up right now and make some God damn noise
Heading for the stage, an ocean in place.
Get ready for the surprise, a miracle, sustained that may change the game
Make the music come to your plane,.. check it out

With no rims on the whip and no college in lips
I rip to the state of Maine with the hollege in...
I'm not Rick but I spit slick
I'm raving they making the fake them rappers who think they're singing my shit quick, quick, all aboard
From the state where they think we all mate with our cousins
With no indoor pluming moves by the bakers dozens
We got lakes,.., deer on,.. rocking long johns... versus over purchase 30 racks of beers
Made peers laughing cheer throw our head 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 off chandelier, whacked rapper time to leave,.. lime disease
Palm trees, escape rails
For those white trophies... thick nails and false sales
And all the haters say Spose are you out of your brain, rapping for Maine?
You must be insane

But you can't get there from here, or delusional, please with 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 but the time of she can't
But you can't get there from here, you're from the most eastern most northern most... state
You can't be great, You can't get there from here.

I'm from where teenage moms and their babies dwell
Where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills
Where the wives get beaten and no one hears them yell
And it's not Compton or Brooklyn or ATL
We spend most times winning cause the coast line seen it
But the chances of succeeding are slimmer they don't believe me

Still I put my life on... and recorded it
On my day... true to my coordinates
No, never recorded it, ask my subordinates
In fact when my weed had more seeds than tournaments
I'm going for the gold, is 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 gonna loose her
Look if you want to excel like you jerks
Doesn't matter what your zip code is
Just do work
Are you out of your brain, rapping for Maine?
You must be insane

But you can't get there from here, or delusional, please with 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 but the time of she can't
But you can't get there from here, you're from the most eastern most northern most... state
You can't be great, You can't get there from here.

You can't get down from hell without magical poof
I google mapped it I'm there maxim
I've seen them laughing at, the main attraction... when knocked up
The... in my absence
Speared off course, fuck your path I'm the captain,
Crunch time all day cereal with my actions
No need for lucky charms, just a better passion
The make... relax it
Yeah fools, fools,.. on silly rabbits
Did it just for kicks when I started out rapping
And I grew up in Maine and they said that will never happen
But w got the upper bet too I'm nasty

Call me Spose, re you out of your brain, rapping for Maine?
You must be insane
But you can't get there from here, or delusional, please with 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 but the time of she can't
But you can't get there from here, you're from the most eastern most northern most... state
You can't be great, You can't get there from here.
So they say, to my man... Ricky One, M4, and to the motherfucker educated... to last on, keep on
Keep on and on and on.