2014 P. Dank Cypher

[Intro: Spose] What's up world? We're the Preposterously Dank crew, PDank for short My man Shane Reis, Lady Essence, Mike Be, Jay Caron & Cam Groves are with you tonight My name is Spose, we're happy to be coming to you live from Portland, Maine If you don't like us, die [Verse 1: Shane Reis] Ok, the moniker is Reis, it's not spelled like Riesling You caught me chilling with Belle in the East Wing, I'm beasting And that's a song you don't normally hear me sing But that being the point, that I don't point out these things I got a job, and rap is just a hobby son Your style's a spotty one, probably you should copy one I let you brew in that, how could I not be one? When I b's doing me to a T even when hockey's done I'm a respectable young dude, fuck 'em all Catch me in the west end, stooping with a double malt Step upstairs, I'm eating steak with a bib on Two Buck Chuck from Trader Joe's, I live on Ok, I been on, the type of shit I'm on player I'm in the bath writing raps over John Mayer But still, I am that little brother, get back You're more like Lil B, collaborating with Riff Raff That's for your bitch ass [Verse 2: Cam Groves] Cam Groves, PDank, 2014 son Yo, I'll turn you to a fan, buy my music on Amazon Sleeping on Cam like they got flannel pajamas on It's no glamour when my man flips the Canon on Damn it's on when they put the camera on Cameron Keep it random every time I get my ramble on Hand the bong over, Imma jam it with a gram of chron' Keep jammin' till I'm paid a hundred grand a song And everyone's enamored by the land that I stand upon Now I'm acting like there ain't no one as hot as me Everybody got a dream, I don't do it modestly If my music ever caught a buzz like a shot of three I'd grab that mother fucker and then hold it like I gotta pee Rappers wanna throttle me Bitches wanna follow me You don't make the cut, like assisting a lobotomy If you think you're sicker and you wish you'd take a shot at me You bitches stand a better chance at fixing the economy Or hitting the lottery [Verse 3: Mike B] Yeah, Mighty Mike B Ock Cousteau Check it out Yo, the sand was blowing on the coast, they had the cameras rolling Suddenly, commotion is picking up and the man's approaching The monster that swam the entire span of the ocean He fuckin' ran, when I hit the land and I'm standin' and posin' Dammit I'm chosen, might believe I'm not a sleeper My right hand controls the mic and lights a lot of reefer The scholar that taught the teacher, Be's a proper leader And I never even need to breathe when underwater either Preposterous, chronic in the esophagus Royalty in the roster, plates of pasta with lobster bisque Uh, we stay ahead of the fakes And you gon' see me in the sea, like some negative space Y'all are shallow and fake I'm going for the ocean's depth And when my vocals flex, I'm leaving locals with a broken rep So go and check for us, we're proper when we rock the show And watch out for the project with the audibles that's nautical Peace [Verse 4: Essence] On my harbor fish shit Yeah I'm on my, scour the fakeness Straight devour the stages While tryna make up for these cowards, now go powder your faces Let me show you why you proud of where the power in Maine is The CMP of freaking beats while making hourly wages, fuck your Salary raises and your benefit jobs You benefit when pens a life and craft a sentence for God And cause the exodus of pegasus on a nebulous fog Regulating record sprints while on a regular jog I'm on my, peg your facade and then expose the real in you Dog, your flows flawed and no one's even feeling you It must suck to know that everything you fuckin' wrote Truly is the weakest, keep it secret homie tuck it low I'm on my tuck-and-roll and never had a problem with Showing to the show so I could leave it with like all your friends Let's call amends, for Ock walks you on the sea plank Withs swords in your face, know your place, homie PDank [Verse 5: Jay Caron] Ay yo I'm hooked on phonics Fuck it I'm hooked on chronic Pool swimming, fly women, man my life's aquatic I was finger fucking at 9-3, bumping Onyx Watching the Suns game 6, it was verse the Sonics You want brolic? Grrrr You want knowledge? Hmmmm I been a beast over beats since I dropped out college From the coast, on the beach, where I feast on walrus Send a tweet, to your peeps, that I'm awfully flawless Good lord, it's one beat, no need for a chorus Watch 'em spit a 16 while Red Stallion records it Cape Porpoise, Ock see, getting endorsements We scourging your laws, better call reinforcements Separately strong, but stronger connected No need to, beg for attention in order to get accepted Loved and hated, anticipated, but highly respected We all say "fuck it, we love it," let's put it down for the record [Verse 6: Spose] Look I'm fucking starving and these rappers looking bite-sized Non fiction, got it woven in my tight rhymes The day I write lies? That'll be the day the Kardashians decide they're gonna fuck broke white guys P DANK The future is ours They say "Oh Ryan," well that's proof I'm a star They wanna come and kill us while we're looping the bars But we know they all wouldn't like acoustic guitars So who are you? We got next on it You're doing little numbers like the exponent My steez, wolly mammoth-type, made in Maine Your career disappeared, like the Malaysian plane We need an intervention, quick attention, get some friends and let 'em know my diction dances, fists are clenched, dog The differential kid is mental, big potential, pen and pencil, quintessential, instrumental God Mother fucking Peter [Outro: Spose] PDank in the house We'll see you in 2015, 2016, 2017 Running for President in 2029, all of us