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Ryan Michael Peters (born July 10, 1985), better known by his stage name Spose, is an American rapper from Wells, Maine. more »

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One look up at the rafters
Above Boston Garden tells
The whole story celtics pride
It's all right there

Here's another one, for the fiends to smoke
If reality don't make no sense
But my dreams were dope (yeah)
I've been
(scrollin') scrollin', scrollin', scrollin'
Scrollin', scrollin'
Scrollin' through my phone
I searched the whole world over
Then I found I was in my dome

Bro, from the start, had
The hardest bars, bitch, i'm Marcus Smart
I go hard since the
Magic cards make republitards
Mow my yard when I'm on the charts
I might own a shark
You peers spark from your
Neighbor's car, haters, oh my God
Local star for my vocal art
Stages smoke and charred
Disregard, got me broken heart
Eatin' golden arch throw a dart
Hope my phone is charged
Before I'm blown apart
I hope my daughters be like Joan
Of Arc, my son like Bonaparte, ay
Here's a fresh batch of
Lies for my self-esteem
So my kids could profit off
It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got the best-sellin' discography
In my geography
Slow-mo snow blowers in my cinematography
Bro, what? You want xans? Thinkin'
Speez don't touch cheese
It's on my hands, I'm pepperoni
My flow's so cold
Steve Austin on the zamboni
Leave the beat yellow and
Purple, like, "Damn, kobe!"
You just gotta shake me
Sometimes like ketchup
'cause I wanna kill bad guys like Dexter
My catalog speaks for it'self, like, "Alexa
Play Spose songs so that Spose
Could buy the Tesla!"
Probably s'posed to be a hook there
Whoops, where? I stole the show
With the crook glare
Put it out quick like it's cooked rare
Preferred, 'cause my words touch kids
Like a book fair, hold up
Look, player (whoo) this the bar type melee
My first trial, certified RIAA
I was doin' lyrical shit
They were doin' "A Bay Bay"
I guess I hit it first with my bars
I'm Ray J wait, hold up, Teddy
I kinda feel like I should've blown up heavy
Wait, you know what, Betty?
I was a young woodsman
Became a grown up yeti
Feelin' like a used bullet
Had my shot already
Look, promoters better hand several
Grand in advance
I deserve a Grammy for that album
That I did with Chan
Guess it wasn't in the plans
Still got more paper than Jim
And Pam from my fans
They even got the underground shit
That I did with Cam
And my signature ink imprinted on their skin
Between Instagram and Scribble Jam
I'm the patch of land
The middle man between 2Pac and Lil Xan
First in orbit, I'm John Glenn
Heavy content, every song ten
Call me Sean Penn
Respond with an emoji to your extra long text
Pockets convexed, thought my run was over
Not yet more weed than a cop's desk, man
They tryin' me
American anxiety, I wake up in a hot sweat
I hope I see it clear before I fade away
But I been runnin' shit around here
I sip some Gatorade since I was a minor
I've been pinin' for some major pay
I've endured a cavalcade of hate
I deserve a alligator steak, bro
Run and tell your nearest
It's the three time champion who they
Wanna smoke a beer with
Need a damn parade after I
Blow like a hand grenade
I don't even do shit these days
And I still get paid
I got the guts I never got the glory for
More risk than reward
Public speakin' deep as quarry floor
Woodsy premises, my kids in my radius
I hate white supremacists
Rest in peace to Alias
It's twenty-two, I don't f*ck with you
Bimp my attitude
P dank crew, them my bros, my dudes, oh
And Sarah too
We've been through, all these ups and downs
We roll though your town
Shut it down, this the people's sound
When I'm on the mound strike!

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