Spose - 420 - 213 = lyrics

[Intro: J.J. King & Spose] Oh! Woo! Smelling like a laboratory in here J.J., Spizzy Check us out, check this out, check this out Check it! [Verse 1: J.J. King] We the type of dudes that come through, we light it up Put you in the mood for hands up, go fill up your cups No more f**ing around now It's time to talk about [?] up in these towns in Maine We been hitting up your brain for [?], a couple minutes When it comes to rocking the pocket, you know we in it J.J. King and Spizzy been busy, making you cats look silly Veteran flow, we rock shows, we tell 'em, really [Verse 2: Spose] Mic grippers, we're tight rappers with flow flippers Vocab and persona, we're dope with it We've been building while you've all been chillin' We step on stage and make it hot just like your girlfriend isn't Got it written in the kitchen, you're b**hin' and never rhymin' We're clever when we designin', me and J.J. don't s** So come to Maine and find us in the middle of a forest Like a prude with a vagina, we be giving no f**s [Verse 3: Spose & J.J. King] Renowned around town for the way we speak They're screaming when we're coming in like we were baby teeth Been sinnin' since the beginnin' like I'm KGB Don't got a TV but got ATVs Please remain calm, put your mind at ease, psych Look kid, I'm the Webster definition of high [?] Maine, the royal team, spitting harder than steel With rhymes that's more filling than five course meals [Hook: Spose & J.J. King] I mean, rhymes, we got plenty, come out and see I mean, we're from the 420 minus 213! [Verse 4: Spose & J.J. King] We make it uncomfortable if your verbal is lame We got the illest rhymes you ever heard out of Maine We got the [?] rappers [?] P. Dank Like we're armored in tanks, get out, your ship sank Sank, sank, sank Aw sh**, it's history in the makin' You've been waiting for this song for so long, I get impatient Steady leisure, [?] my thoughts, I put it down on paper [?] love it when I rock it, do myself a favor Copped my first bag of trees and some tight [?] I rock a 58 for sure to make the dope happen Live where I'm most comfy, sleep on the stage Blaze the [?] when they leave me amazed We go arm's wide with black lines on 'em like Birch trees Bong water, murky, beef jerky, and fur flees We heard you and you're peeps blowing like 'kerchiefs Your speech, made us say "PU" like a church seat (Ayup) Think about it, embedded up in your gelatin (Ayup) Drinking chowder with gentleman with the penmanship We slay beats and hurl verses and then we light a doobie And get loopy as girl cursive, you heard it! [Hook: J.J. King & Spose] Rhymes, we got plenty, come out and see We're from the 420 minus 213! [Outro: Spose & J.J. King] We got some drum breaks, rad bros, done great, mad flows P. Dank, cab fair, cat hair, lab coats That's what's up, Spose and J.J., no doubt Until next time, keep it cla**y, Maine, we out!