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 raving and making the fakest of rappers who thinkin they're singing my shit 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

b-b-bonds bonds 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

wheremostly white trophy wives rock fake nails and bake sales

and all the haters say spose -

are you out of your brain

rapping from maine?

you must be insane!

more delusional

please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical

you must of lost your mind

i mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't

you're from the most eastern most northern most boredered some state

you can't be great

from where teenage moms and their babies dwell

where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills

where the wives get beaten no one hears them yell

and it's not compton or brooklyn or a-t-l

we spend most times weaning 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 like huge shirts

doesn't matter what your zip code is

just do work

are you out of your brain

rapping from maine?

you must be insane!

or delusional

please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical

you must of lost your mind

i mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't

you're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state

you can't be great

you can't get down from here without magical poof

i google maps'd it i'm there maxin'

i've seen them laughing at

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 fools

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

are you out of your brain

rapping from maine?

you must be insane!

or delusional

please quit the beats and retreat to the cubical

you must of lost your mind

i mean those rhymes they were fine for the time but you can't

you're from the most eastern most northern most boredome-soaked state

you can't be great

or so they say

to my cam groves

stiky-1

f4

and to them motherfuckin educated advocates

keep keep on

to lab 7

luch and eliza

just keep keep on

to my man foodstamp

keep keep on and on and on and on