| Ayup!
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| Spizzy still rap real life
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| It’s no wonder that my middle name’s Mike
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| Everybody, ayup!
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| Became the king of my circumference
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| I crossed it off my bucket list
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| If you with me, yell it, ayup!
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| Let’s see who goes harder
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| Oh, I won, you lost like my phone charger
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| Yelling ayup!
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| You talk, shit’s cute
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| I act, I don’t talk, kinda like I hit mute
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| I spit it heavy concentration, no constipation when making things
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| Heady congregation, my observations on 808s
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| Dead in confrontations with competition to say my name
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| Every compilation a conversation with state of Maine
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| I’ll soon nail it, the dudes comin', my peers sayin'
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| The loon wailin', the moose runnin', the deer grazin'
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| Got two stomachs, I’m too hungry, don’t fear Satan
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| I’m proof of it, you can make it, I’m here, Jacob
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| Texts grounded when I write on a flight
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| You’re perplexed — what, you don’t expect a fighter to fight?
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| I’m blessin' every session, catch 'em with the pipe or the mic
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| The incandescent profession, I’m like the light of their life, ayup
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| The merch slinger, the people’s rapper, the baby raiser
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| The beat creator, the show stealer, the liberator
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| The Maine man, the woods dweller, the innovator
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| Tomater soup in a world cold as refrigerator
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| Rhymes out the ass, time out, you’re wack
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| I’m 'bout to snap, a gentleman but never gentle bars
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| I got mental scars, I seen some shit, I need to spit
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| Siamese the grip, they play my track, then bring it back like rental cars
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| Airhorn when I came out my mom
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| Cruise for the green since I was twelve like Tom
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| Since I opened the rhythm, been jokin' with 'em
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| Smoking with 'em, spoken in local colloquialisms, it’s
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| Ayup!
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| Spizzy still rap real life
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| It’s no wonder that my middle name’s Mike
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| Everybody, ayup!
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| Became the king of my circumference
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| I crossed it off my bucket list
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| If you with me, yell it, ayup!
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| Let’s see who goes harder
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| Oh, I won, you lost like my phone charger
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| Yelling ayup!
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| You talk, shit’s cute
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| I act, I don’t talk, kinda like I hit mute
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| I get to rock till I sweat thru socks, dog, I’m on my second pair
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| I’m from the woods, it’s all good like it was Becky’s hair
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| The beat slapped the record player, need its neck repaired
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| Some flows I stroke so fast, beat Katie Ledecky there
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| I’m taking the rules and restrictions and lighting and burning 'em down,
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| earning amounts
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| Took what I made up in college and made it my permanent sound, swervin' around
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| Fuck anybody who sat and complained, and determined to frown, turn it around
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| I didn’t know that my penship could turn into working the sound,
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| burning an ounce
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| Whoo! |
| I’m lurking urgently, fervently
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| Till I’m buried in dirt or in gurneys hurried to infirmaries
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| Spitting perfectly, verses for all my worker bees
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| Mental as sharp as surgeries, body reverse of Hercules
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| Peter Sparker picked a pencil, made a classic
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| The people’s politician, pockets profit from my practice
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| Proper propaganda, never panderin' or plastic
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| You puff it, better pass it, sing the hook, I’ll hit it
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| Ayup!
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| Spizzy still rap real life
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| It’s no wonder that my middle name’s Mike
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| Everybody, ayup!
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| Became the king of my circumference
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| I crossed it off my bucket list
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| If you with me, yell it, ayup!
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| Let’s see who goes harder
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| Oh, I won, you lost like my phone charger
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| Yelling ayup!
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| You talk, shit’s cute
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| I act, I don’t talk, kinda like I hit mute
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| I’ve been blessed to digest success, I had a taste of it
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| To rhyming I’m religious, but religion I’m an atheist
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| Thank God my day dream turned day job, I’m gracious
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| They calling me, want etymology of my alias
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| Peers scuffled, careers muffled, it’s like it’s Vader sayin'
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| King of pawns, put my blinker on, you said to stay in lane
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| My syllabus of syllables is malleable as baby brain
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| Unflappable man, fallible plan, play the game
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| P. Dank ranked top to make bank
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| Ock, Shane, Cam came to shame lames, we stopped playin'
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| Banter full of candor in the winter where it’s simpler
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| When it’s icy, we get spicy, we emit hot flames, ayup!
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| Spizzy still spill quills
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| From dawn to dusk, from peon to Elon Musk
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| I’m bold, behold my trajectory until the death of me
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| Hard work my secret recipe, right and left of me, yelling
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| Ayup!
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| Spizzy still rap real life
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| It’s no wonder that my middle name’s Mike
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| Everybody, ayup!
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| Became the king of my circumference
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| I crossed it off my bucket list
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| If you with me, yell it, ayup!
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| Let’s see who goes harder
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| Oh, I won, you lost like my phone charger
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| Yelling ayup!
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| You talk, shit’s cute
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| I act, I don’t talk, kinda like I hit mute |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ayup , by - Spose. Song from the album Good Luck With Your Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп