[Verse 1]

Listen up Bub, I'm from Maine, where ain't nobody famous

Where people move away, and some of 'em don't even claim it

Where Canadians vacation, tip bad, get hated by the waiters

Where some people are dating even though they are related

I'm Spizzy Spose, one of Maine's own

I slanged lobster roles before I became grown

Now my name's known, had jet planes flown out to LA

Then what did I do? I came home

Pinecone aroma, in the Atlantic

It's not the Bay State or the state made of granite

But where I first rapped, way back on my planet

My whole state behind me still, I'm Kevin Mannix

These local cats didn't think that I would blow

They must not have been to my shows, and my little bros

They didn't think, "The kid, he could flow"

Now I look like a man, like Olympia Snowe

[Hook]

So throw your hands in the air

If you can't get there from here

If you sip Shipyards and like when I spit bars

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh yeah-yer!"

So throw your hands in the air

If you can't get there from here

If you sip Shipyards and like when I spit bars

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh yeah-yer!"

[Verse 2]

I'm from a place called Wells, where snow balls fell

Where traffic gets stalled later when it all melts

In the booth, broke loose like all Hell

It's all swell, rum punches with Rob Caldwell

And you could tell Augusta that I called to say

The following: "Fuck Paul LePage"

There's no way he can be from where we've all been raised

He needs to shut his fat face and lick the balls for days

While I'm robbin' every Marden's till we all get paid

If that clown isn't hauled away

Bound and drowned up in the Maine Mall in hollandaise

For trying to turn Maine into the Balkan States

I'm, Governor Spose, I deliver the noise

But not like Susan Collins with a quivering voice

I got a boisterous mouth, the rap game Portland Press Herald

In flannel apparel in the oyster house

Where strippers with few teeth drop it lower than the murder rate

Where the old people salty like a surfer face

If a loud sound in their town reverberates

I'm from where Angus King isn't a burger place

We're all looking like the opposite of fashion week

Nobody to impress but the faculty at Applebee's

So if it happened on the runway, we're the last to see

And actually, we don't need fresh clothes to live happily

We keep it basic, man, in Vacationland

Where all pretty lakes still got snakes in them

Single mothers discover it's not Utopian

From Fort Kent to Brunswick, where Bowdoin is

Now she's losing hope again, she let another insecure dude into the Fallopians

Screams not melodious, bruised, laying there on the linoleum

The type of wounds that are not muted by Imodium

The local representative she voted in

Sugar coated it, gloated and bloated at the podium

The promise is erroneous, now she and her kids are in the cold again

Shivering, she's holding 'em, that's what you see

You take a look behind the foliage and see the real Maine

It's not lobster dinners everywhere, we feel pain

I'm just saying what I see around me, where they found me

In Maine, put 'em up for the sixteen counties

[Hook]

So throw your hands in the air

If you can't get there from here

If you sip ship yards and like when I spit bars

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh yeah!"

So throw your hands in the air

If you can't get there from here

If you sip ship yards and like when I spit bars

Everybody let me hear you say, "Oh yeah!"

[Outro: Sample]

Sixteen counties has our state:

Cumberland and Franklin

Piscataquis and Kennebec

Oxford, Androscoggin

Waldo, Washington and York

Lincoln, Knox, and Hancock

Sagadahoc and Somerset

Aroostook and Penobscot

Sixteen counties has our state:

Cumberland and Franklin

Piscataquis and Kennebec

Oxford, Androscoggin

Waldo, Washington and York

Lincoln, Knox, and Hancock

Sagadahoc and Somerset

Aroostook and Penobscot