[Verse 1]
Now let me tell you a little story 'bout a dude named Spose
Who spits the rap lyrics wearing Pac Sun clothes
A fan of that old school rap, he crafts flows
To be bumped from the trunks of Mainers and Ma**holes
Holed up in a maroon van
Secondhand smoke and some country jams
Zoom fast through the windshield to the back seat
Reading R.L. Stine, k**ing time that's me
The year's '93, almost nine finally
Discman in my hand, I'm bumping TLC
Not a care in the world just a Huffy in the back
That could change six-speeds in like no time flat
Jordan jersey? Jordache? Those were must-haves
Second grade I wasn't rad, I had a mustache
This one chick turned around and told me I was weird
And I was, but now I got you throwing up your beer, my name's
[Chorus]
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Hands to the ceiling if you're catching the feeling, my name's
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Put your hands up, who*es and the man-s*uts
Spo-o-o-o-ose
To the rafters, ba*tards, it's the master, mister
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Wells, Maine in the motherf**ing house
[Verse 2]
I know how cool kids feel
My first whip, Dick Tracy, big wheel, I was kind of a big deal
Got into an accident, I smashed my face
I must've missed pre-school for, like, 15 days
First ca**ette tape? New Kids on the Block
Also had Kriss Kross and alternative rock
So, who would've thought I would spit it like this
Just a little white kid with some British Knight kicks
What a riddle life is, so pa** the lighter
Cause I'm still sick and tight as virgins with meningitis
It's hereditary that I fix up these lines
Cause I was born in '85, the son of a cable guy
I learned getting high was a wonderful way to fly
So, hi, hello, Nikes if you pan down
Bump it at your campground
I outta soak it up like a Sham-Wow, what's my name?
[Chorus]
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Hands to the ceiling if you're catching the feeling, my name's
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Put your hands up, who*es and the man-s*uts
Spo-o-o-o-ose
To the rafters, ba*tards, it's the master, mister
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Wells, Maine in the motherf**ing house
[Verse 3]
Lastly here's the story of how I became Spose
How it's Heineken over Veuve Cliquot
How I outshine a headliner when I open a show
And how I got the records they bump when they're smoking their bowls
I was fourteen into emceeing and sh**
Started a group with Stiky-1, Zach B, and the Miff
It was at my mom's house, on the second floor
If you're from Wells, Maine then you know we called it F-4
Then I went solo like Beirut cups
Up in SoPo with Jim Brown, my producer
I found my steez, that is: just be me
Leaving peeps at the beach to put speech to beats
Peach blunts, used to puff each evening
Now people only come into Maine for three reasons:
Lobster rolls, Spizzy Spose, and ski season
I'm dope up in Maine, what's my motherf**in' name!?
[Chorus]
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Hands to the ceiling if you're catching the feeling, my name's
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Put your hands up, who*es and the man-s*uts
Spo-o-o-o-ose
To the rafters, ba*tards, it's the master, mister
Spo-o-o-o-ose
Wells, Maine in the motherf**ing house