[Intro: Spose]

What's up world?

We're the Preposterously Dank crew, PDank for short

My man Shane Reis, Lady Essence, Mike Be, Jay Caron & Cam Groves are with you tonight

My name is Spose, we're happy to be coming to you live from Portland, Maine

If you don't like us, die

[Verse 1: Shane Reis]

Ok, the moniker is Reis, it's not spelled like Riesling

You caught me chilling with Belle in the East Wing, I'm beasting

And that's a song you don't normally hear me sing

But that being the point, that I don't point out these things

I got a job, and rap is just a hobby son

Your style's a spotty one, probably you should copy one

I let you brew in that, how could I not be one?

When I b's doing me to a T even when hockey's done

I'm a respectable young dude, fuck 'em all

Catch me in the west end, stooping with a double malt

Step upstairs, I'm eating steak with a bib on

Two Buck Chuck from Trader Joe's, I live on

Ok, I been on, the type of shit I'm on player

I'm in the bath writing raps over John Mayer

But still, I am that little brother, get back

You're more like Lil B, collaborating with Riff Raff

That's for your bitch ass

[Verse 2: Cam Groves]

Cam Groves, PDank, 2014 son

Yo, I'll turn you to a fan, buy my music on Amazon

Sleeping on Cam like they got flannel pajamas on

It's no glamour when my man flips the Canon on

Damn it's on when they put the camera on Cameron

Keep it random every time I get my ramble on

Hand the bong over, Imma jam it with a gram of chron'

Keep jammin' till I'm paid a hundred grand a song

And everyone's enamored by the land that I stand upon

Now I'm acting like there ain't no one as hot as me

Everybody got a dream, I don't do it modestly

If my music ever caught a buzz like a shot of three

I'd grab that mother fucker and then hold it like I gotta pee

Rappers wanna throttle me

Bitches wanna follow me

You don't make the cut, like assisting a lobotomy

If you think you're sicker and you wish you'd take a shot at me

You bitches stand a better chance at fixing the economy

Or hitting the lottery

[Verse 3: Mike B]

Yeah, Mighty Mike B

Ock Cousteau

Check it out

Yo, the sand was blowing on the coast, they had the cameras rolling

Suddenly, commotion is picking up and the man's approaching

The monster that swam the entire span of the ocean

He fuckin' ran, when I hit the land and I'm standin' and posin'

Dammit I'm chosen, might believe I'm not a sleeper

My right hand controls the mic and lights a lot of reefer

The scholar that taught the teacher, Be's a proper leader

And I never even need to breathe when underwater either

Preposterous, chronic in the esophagus

Royalty in the roster, plates of pasta with lobster bisque

Uh, we stay ahead of the fakes

And you gon' see me in the sea, like some negative space

Y'all are shallow and fake

I'm going for the ocean's depth

And when my vocals flex, I'm leaving locals with a broken rep

So go and check for us, we're proper when we rock the show

And watch out for the project with the audibles that's nautical

Peace

[Verse 4: Essence]

On my harbor fish shit

Yeah

I'm on my, scour the fakeness

Straight devour the stages

While tryna make up for these cowards, now go powder your faces

Let me show you why you proud of where the power in Maine is

The CMP of freaking beats while making hourly wages, fuck your

Salary raises and your benefit jobs

You benefit when pens a life and craft a sentence for God

And cause the exodus of pegasus on a nebulous fog

Regulating record sprints while on a regular jog

I'm on my, peg your facade and then expose the real in you

Dog, your flows flawed and no one's even feeling you

It must suck to know that everything you fuckin' wrote

Truly is the weakest, keep it secret homie tuck it low

I'm on my tuck-and-roll and never had a problem with

Showing to the show so I could leave it with like all your friends

Let's call amends, for Ock walks you on the sea plank

Withs swords in your face, know your place, homie PDank

[Verse 5: Jay Caron]

Ay yo I'm hooked on phonics

Fuck it I'm hooked on chronic

Pool swimming, fly women, man my life's aquatic

I was finger fucking at 9-3, bumping Onyx

Watching the Suns game 6, it was verse the Sonics

You want brolic? Grrrr

You want knowledge? Hmmmm

I been a beast over beats since I dropped out college

From the coast, on the beach, where I feast on walrus

Send a tweet, to your peeps, that I'm awfully flawless

Good lord, it's one beat, no need for a chorus

Watch 'em spit a 16 while Red Stallion records it

Cape Porpoise, Ock see, getting endorsements

We scourging your laws, better call reinforcements

Separately strong, but stronger connected

No need to, beg for attention in order to get accepted

Loved and hated, anticipated, but highly respected

We all say "fuck it, we love it," let's put it down for the record

[Verse 6: Spose]

Look

I'm fucking starving and these rappers looking bite-sized

Non fiction, got it woven in my tight rhymes

The day I write lies? That'll be the day the Kardashians decide they're gonna fuck broke white guys

P DANK

The future is ours

They say "Oh Ryan," well that's proof I'm a star

They wanna come and kill us while we're looping the bars

But we know they all wouldn't like acoustic guitars

So who are you? We got next on it

You're doing little numbers like the exponent

My steez, wolly mammoth-type, made in Maine

Your career disappeared, like the Malaysian plane

We need an intervention, quick attention, get some friends and let 'em know my diction dances, fists are clenched, dog

The differential kid is mental, big potential, pen and pencil, quintessential, instrumental God

Mother fucking Peter

[Outro: Spose]

PDank in the house

We'll see you in 2015, 2016, 2017

Running for President in 2029, all of us