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poof! - spose lyrics

[hook]
do i not got you entertained?
still not copying a thing
still iced coffee in my veins, ooh
still spot me at the bank
still the god emcee of maine
still preposterously dank, ooh
pbr by the [?] find ryan’s [?] lying my commute
till i got the ll bean boots made of moose
enough loot to get the roof on a coupe
and then make that sh-t go
poof!

[verse 1]
she make me wanna beat it like my adversaries
cause she got a b-tt big like it’s my vocabulary
my sh-t sick as dysentery, you’re the beneficiary
tracks laid down like it’s missionary
i f-ck a beat up against the wall though
your accomplishments hard to find like waldo
i’m getting money that i wanted to get
then the bills come like monica’s dress
it go poof!
whoops, there goes the loot
conversation, observation, still astute
though i look aloof? i’m a rebel, never settle, this is proof
i’m heavy metal when i’m pedaling the truth
i might have to pull a rabbit out the hat now
something out of nothing that’s my background
what i see like the middle of magician is cigars sawed in half like my lovely -ssistant
it go

[verse 2]
i got your email but you know i’m not responding
cause i’m getting more-a-set these days, i call that sh-t alanis
f-ck your team and every player on it
till i’m getting foreign green, i call that isaiah thomas
and f-ck you even after that, every rapper’s wack
sh-t is foul, put you on the line, that’s a hack-a-shack
you look up to me because i’m like an acrobat
my peers disappear like they’re zits with the tazorac
touch words like vanna white, vanish in a week
i’m outlandish while i’m brandishing the speech
she got cancer so my grammy’s weak
might have to write my grammy speech and read it to her case she’s not here when i reach the canopy
i’ll paddle into battle for people who can’t fight
[?] me to my company saving your d-mn life
i’ll sign paychecks till i need my hand iced
more w2’s than the irishman twice, oh yeah

[hook]
do i not got you entertained?
still not copying a thing
still iced coffee in my veins, ooh
still spot me at the bank
still the god emcee of maine
still preposterously dank, ooh
bissell brothers in the [?] find ryan’s [?] lying my commute
till i got the ll bean boots made of moose
enough loot to get the roof on a coupe
and then make that sh-t go
poof!

- spose lyrics

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