Poof! - Spose

Do I not got you entertained?

Still not copying a thing

Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh

Still spot me at the bank

Still the god emcee of Maine

Still Preposterously Dank, ooh

PBR by the lying my commute

Till I got the LL Bean boots made of moose

Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe

And then make that shit go

Poof!

She make me wanna beat it like my adversaries

Cause she got a butt big like it’s my vocabulary

My shit sick as dysentery, you’re the beneficiary

Tracks laid down like it’s missionary

I fuck a beat up against the wall though

Your accomplishments hard to find like Waldo

I’m getting money that I wanted to get

Then the bills come like Monica’s dress

It go poof!

Whoops, there goes the loot

Conversation, observation, still astute

Though I look aloof?

I’m a rebel, never settle, this is proof

I’m heavy metal when I’m pedaling the truth

I might have to pull a rabbit out the hat now

Something out of nothing that’s my background

What I see like the middle of magician is cigars sawed in half like my lovely

assistant

It go

Do I not got you entertained?

Still not copying a thing

Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh

Still spot me at the bank

Still the god emcee of Maine

Still Preposterously Dank, ooh

PBR by the lying my commute

Till I got the LL Bean boots made of moose

Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe

And then make that shit go

Poof!

I got your email but you know I’m not responding

Cause I’m getting more-a-set these days, I call that shit Alanis

Fuck your team and every player on it

Till I’m getting foreign green, I call that Isaiah Thomas

And fuck you even after that, every rapper’s wack

Shit is foul, put you on the line, that’s a hack-a-shack

You look up to me because I’m like an acrobat

My peers disappear like they’re zits with the Tazorac

Touch words like Vanna White, vanish in a week

I’m outlandish while I’m brandishing the speech

She got cancer so my grammy’s weak

Might have to write my Grammy speech and read it to her

Case she’s not here when I reach the canopy

I’ll paddle into battle for people who can’t fight

me to my company saving your damn life

I’ll sign paychecks till I need my hand iced

More W2's than the Irishman twice, oh yeah

Do I not got you entertained?

Still not copying a thing

Still iced coffee in my veins, ooh

Still spot me at the bank

Still the god emcee of Maine

Still Preposterously Dank, ooh

Bissell Brothers in the lying my commute

Till I got the LL Bean boots made of moose

Enough loot to get the roof on a coupe

And then make that shit go

Poof!