Can't Get There From Here

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 -

[Chorus:]

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

[Chorus:]

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............

[Chorus:]

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)