[Intro]

Spizzy!

[Hook]

I heard an MC this morning who 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, since 2000...

[Verse 1]

Too many Facebook rappers to unlike

This blank sheet of paper is the shit they 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 flow-er

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 could 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 charts with some stained lapels

And then I disappeared faster than Dave Chappelle, poof

[Hook]

I heard an MC this morning who 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, since 2000...

[Verse 2]

Two! I been struggling rhyming like weed made of iron

That's how hard I've 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, 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

[Hook]

I heard an MC this morning who made me wanna get in the booth

And fuck him and his crew, ‘cause I know that I'm better than that dude

So what I gotta do to get his spot in hip-hop and my video up on Nah Right too?

I know it can't be the skills, ‘cause mine have been ill since 2002, since 2002

[Sample: Ryan Seacrest]

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