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Everybody throw your hands up right now and make some |
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God damn noise |
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Hailing from the state, of ocean and lakes |
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Get ready for those good rhymes and metaphors, the state of |
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Maine changing the game |
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Making music good for your brain, so open your earlobes |
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Here's Spose! [Verse 1:] |
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With no rims on the whip, and no collagen lips |
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I rip through the state of |
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Maine with the halogens lit |
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I'm not Rick but |
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I spit Slick |
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I'm raving and making the fakest of rappers who thinkin they're singing my shit quick, quick, all aboard |
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From the state where they think we all mate with our cousins |
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With no indoor plumbing, moose by the bakers dozens |
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We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns, b-b-bonds bonds rocking long johns, fat verses over purchase 30 racks of beers |
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Made peers laugh and cheer throw a hand up in the atmosphere |
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Cause everybody knows my name like the cast of |
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Cheers But they say |
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I shouldn't rap from here, |
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I made it finally |
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Puffed all kind of leaves, whack rapper time to leave |
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Rhymes sick - lyme disease |
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Pine trees, skate rails |
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Wheremostly white trophy wives rock fake nails and bake sales |
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And all the haters say |
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Spose - [Chorus:] |
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Are you out of your brain, rapping from |
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Maine? You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here) |
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More delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical (But you can't get there from here) |
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You must of lost your mind |
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I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't (But you can't get there from her) |
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You're from the most eastern most northern most boredered some state |
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You can't be great (You can't get there from here) [Verse 2:] |
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From where teenage moms and their babies dwell |
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Where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills |
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Where the wives get beaten no one hears them yell |
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And it's not |
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Compton or |
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Brooklyn or |
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A-T-L We spend most times weaning cause the coastline's scenic |
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But the chances of succeeding are slimmer than a bulimic |
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Still I put my life in rhyme form and recorded it |
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On my debut and stayed true to my coordinates |
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No, never recorded it, ask my subordinates |
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Since back when my weed had more seeds than tournaments |
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I'm going for the gold, as if that wasn't obvious |
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And stopping |
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Spose, that's like trying to handcuff an octopus |
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Wake up every morning, wrote a new verse |
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Even if I wasn't winning |
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I wasn't a loser |
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Look if you want to excel (2XL) like huge shirts |
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Doesn't matter what your zip code is |
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Just do work [Chorus:] |
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Are you out of your brain, rapping from |
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Maine? You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here) |
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Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical (But you can't get there from here) |
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You must of lost your mind |
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I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't (But you can't get there from here) |
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You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state |
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You can't be great (You can't get there from here) [Verse 3:] |
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You can't get down from here without magical poof |
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I google maps'd it |
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I'm there maxin' |
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I've seen them laughing at, the main attraction and when |
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I die they'll pour out all their |
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Pabst in my absence |
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Steered off course, **** your path |
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I'm the captain, |
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Crunch time all day cereal with my actions |
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No need for lucky charms, just a bit of passion |
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The make it from where |
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Frosted Flakes fall to relaxin |
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Yeah fools, fools, use |
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Trix on silly rabbits |
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Did it just for |
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Kix when I started out rapping |
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And I grew up in |
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Maine so they said that'll never happen |
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But we got the alphabet too and |
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I'm nasty [Chorus:] |
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Are you out of your brain, rapping from |
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Maine? You must be insane! (No you can't get there from here) |
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Or delusional, please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical (But you can't get there from here) |
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You must of lost your mind |
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I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't (But you can't get there from here) |
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You're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state |
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You can't be great (You can't get there from here) |
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Or so they say |
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To my cam groves |
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Stiky-1 F4 |
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And to them mother****in |
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Educated Advocates |
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Keep keep on |
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To lab 7 Luch and eliza |
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Just keep keep on |
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To my man foodstamp |
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Keep keep on and on and on and on |
