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 collagen 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 moose by the bakers dozens
We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns, rocking long johns, spat verses over purchased 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 kinda leaf, whacked rapper time to leave, rhyme sick lime disease pine tree 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 for Maine? You must be insane

But you can't get there from here, more 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 for the time
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 beat and no one hears them yell
And it's not Compton or Brooklyn or ATL
We spend most times winning 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 I stay 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, as if that wasn't obvious
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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 no loser
Look if you want to excel like huge shirts
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, more 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
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, 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 better passion
To make it from where Frosted Flakes all too relaxin
Yeah fools, fools, use tricks on silly rabbits
Did it just for kicks when I started out rapping
And I grew up in Maine so they said it'll never happen
But we got the alphabet too and I'm nasty
…
Call me Spose, are you out of your brain, rapping for Maine?
You must be insane
But you can't get there from here, more 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
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 Campaign, Ricky One, M4, and to the motherfuckin' educated advocated keep, keep on. To lab 7. Keep keep on.


Thanks to Kyle Maines for correcting these lyrics

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