2002 - Spose

I heard an emcee this morning that made me wanna get in the booth

And no offense to him or his crew but I know that I’m better than that dude

So what I gotta do to get his spot in hip-hop and my video on MTV2

I know it can’t be the skills cause mine have been ill since 2002

Too many Facebook rappers to unlike

This blank sheet of paper is the shit they’ve done right

Whilst Peter been beating the beat up repeatedly leaving the body in Peabody

seemingly nobody noticed

I figured I’d take it and make it the focus

I’m the lord grand chancellor

Backwoods rambler

Rap career canceler, bumping Fiona Apple

I’m the weird beard grower

A ghost, a feared flower

A myth, a gift shower

I been sipping on a Snapple in the cypher

You can find me I’m the wildest geek

My assignment has been rhyming been aligned to the beat

My bud kind but I’m violent when I’m rhyming delete

All pretenders who enter cause my potential’s elite

He’s always stressing excellent when blessing a show

My investments are destined to double bubble and grow

So, yes, in the flesh, the man, the mess, Spose

Who can still flow fresher than dressers of clean clothes

Oh, you getting to know the name I came to spell

I’m underground yeah I came from Wells

So watch me play the bass line on a belt your favorite rapper just used so he

could hang himself

«But it’s all good, Spose!"No it ain’t so swell

Cause I’m back down to Earth like some angels fell

Cause I popped up on the chart with some stained lapels

And then I disappeared faster than Dave Chappelle

Poof

I been struggling rhyming like weed made of iron that’s how hard Ive been

grinding

Been neglecting assignments, dreaming of islands

But not recouping, beat looping with the droopiest eye lids

My ups and downs have both been critical

My free time is infinitesimal

Inside my ride, driving to the gig, whipping it, kicking it, ducking the

piglets, fine rhymes kid

There must be a connect I can’t find him yet

Don’t want a private jet just rhyming checks

Hey you’ll never find Ryan crying with the blues like sirens

Bro this is no sob story

Even though they’re hating in their verses, I don’t want sympathy this is a

statement of purpose:

I will out work every motherfucker alive and those who don’t fuck their moms,

too

Yo, I got callouses that will amount to palaces

Analysis is cats is on my phallace, put em up

I sip McCallan talented vow to you no medallions, challenge it till paralysis,

dude: put em up

If you’re playing Call of Duty chilling watching television and you wonder why

you’re going under, shut the fuck up

But, if you never relent like you only loan things out once, then guess what:

your day gon come

Some people are saying that this guy might be the next big rap star,

and he’s a white dude from Maine.

His real name is Ryan Peters but he goes by «Spose."We need him to work some

hip-hop into Bangor