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Can’t Get There From Here (Unplugged) [Bonus]

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Let's go! Everybody get funky in your seats If Spose in the building say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah) Put a drink up in the air If Spose in the building say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah) Keep the drinks in the air If Spose in the building say, "Fuck yeah" (Fuck yeah) Keep your hands in the motherfucking air Uh, yo, yo With no rims on the whip and no collagen lips I rip through the state of Maine with the halogen lit I'm not Rick, but I spit slick Rapin' and makin' the biggest of Rappers who thinkin' of sinkin' my ship Quick, quick, all aboard From the state where they think we all mate with our cousins With no indoor plumbing, moose by the baker's dozen We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns We puff the bong, chron', rockin' long johns Verses over purchase thirty racks of beer Made peers laugh and cheer Throw your hands up in the atmosphere Everybody knows my name like the cast of Cheers But they say, "You shouldn't rap from here" I made it finally Puff dog kind of leaves, wack rappers time to leave Rhyme sick, Lyme disease Pine trees, skate rails Where mostly white trophy wife's rock fake nails at bake sales And all the haters say, "Spose, are you" Out of your brain? Rapping from Maine? You must be insane 'Cause you (can't get there from here) Or you're delusional Please quit the beats and retreat to the cubicle You (can't get there from here) You must've lost your mind I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time But you (can't get there from here) You're from the eastern most, northern most, boredom soaked state You can't be great (can't get there from here) Teenage moms and their babies dwell Where people downgrade from cocaine to oxy pills Where the wives get beat and nobody hears them yell That shit is not Compton or Brooklyn or ATL We spend most time weeded 'cause the coastline's scenic But the chances of succeedin' is slimmer than a bulimic Still I put my life in rhyme form and recorded it On my debut I stayed true to my coordinates Nah, never aborted 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 tryin' to handcuff an octopus Woke up every morning, wrote a new verse If I wasn't winnin' I wasn't a loser If you want to XL like huge shirts It don't matter what your zip code is just do work Are you out of your brain? Rapping from Maine? You must be insane 'Cause you (can't get there from here) Or you're delusional Please quit the beats and retreat to the cubicle You (can't get there from here) You must've lost your mind I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time But you (can't get there from here) You're from the eastern most, northern most, boredom soaked state You can't be great (can't get there from here) You can't get there from here without magic Well poof, I Google Maps'd it, I'm there, maxin' I-I-I seen 'em laughing, now I'm the main attraction When I die they'll pour out all their Pabst in my absence Steered off course, fuck the path, I'm the captain Crunch time all day, cereal with my actions No need for Lucky Charms, just a bit of passion To make it from where Frosted Flakes fall to relaxin' Fool, fools use tricks on silly rabbits Did it just for kicks when I started out rappin' But I grew up in Maine so they said it'll never happen Well we've got the alphabet too and I'm nasty Comin' to kill it, ability some of the illest they ever did see And they love it, they have it, they Come all skillin', I'm sendin' them Dumbest of villains, I'm kind of the Stomach, the summit, don't vomit it From it, I'll bubble the beat and I'm killin' 'em, fluffin' 'em Bigger than somethin', I'm bumpin' Your drum and you're bumpin' your stuff Put 'em up Are you out of your brain? Rapping from Maine? You must be insane 'Cause you (can't get there from here) Or you're delusional Please quit the beats and retreat to the cubicle You (can't get there from here) You must've lost your mind I mean those rhymes they were fine for the time But you (can't get there from here) You're from the eastern most, northern most, boredom soaked state You can't be great (can't get there from here) If Spose is in the building say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah) That's what I'm talkin' about If Spose is in the building say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah) Keep your hands in the air If Spose is in the building say, "Fuck yeah" (Fuck yeah) Keep your hands in the air One long bellow, here we go 'Cause you (can't get there from here) 'Cause you (can't get there from here) Sing it 'Cause you (can't get there from here)