Classified The Maritimes Lyrics

Boy‐Cott‐In the Industry Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Sound Check
  • 2 It’s Just My Opinion
  • 3 Listen
  • 4 No Mistakes
  • 5 Problemz
  • 6 High School Behaviour
  • 7 5th Element
  • 8 Beat Auction (interlude)
  • 9 Separate the Music From the Gimmicks
  • 10 The Maritimes
  • 11 Unexplainable Hunger
  • 12 Do This Our Way
  • 13 F.A.D.S.
  • 14 The Final Time
  • 15 Still Hip‐Hop (interlude)
  • 16 Sibling Rivalry
  • 17 What’s Real
  • 18 Unexplainable Hunger (remix)

  • Yo, Let's take it back to the Maritimes Man
    You cant take yourself too serious
    Do that thing you guys were doing
    Fill your cup up and chug
    Roll a Joint up and get fucked
    Ready for a kitchen party
    Welcome to the Maritimes [x2]
    I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bag pipe
    Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price
    Known for Alexander Keiths and the Donair
    Home of the Mooseheads but I don't really go there
    We pay a buck for a litre of gas and
    Smokes cost $10 a pack and
    We always mix our tobacco with weed, its just the way
    we always done it, shit is natural to me
    So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene
    Let you people know what you never travel to see
    We got battle MC's, we got storytellers
    And we got awful MC's and corny motherfuckers
    We got everything you wanna hear
    Conscious to Back pack, Commercial to Gangsta
    R&B to Abstract, grunge to Rock, Classical to Country
    So many artist workin' but no one making money
    Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence
    Still Piegon Holed, as a farm or a fisher man
    No major league teams, baseball or hockey
    No urban radio, just country and pop beats
    I'm trying to shake these stereotypes
    So give me space please, let me air out my life
    I don't even eat fish, shit I never tried lobster
    Cant play the fiddle, and never was a logger
    But I swam in clean lakes, and enjoyed cool breezes
    But Halifax Harbour's like swimming in diseases
    We only known for Anne of Green Gables,
    Coal mines, The Bluenose and P.E.I potatoes
    The Maritimes, its better then that
    We livin' in the nether times so dead it with that
    We got universal soul and buck 65 and
    The whole CTG and of course Classified
    We got back burner, good night, alpha flight, Lock Down
    Mic Boyd, first word, tro biz and hell town
    And a million other artists, trying to get there flow heard
    And Let you know that we still workin' on these outskirts
    We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion
    Or maybe Anne Murray I know she's Nova Scotian
    Or Hurricane Juan blowin from the ocean
    Either way it goes I'm still reppin for my coast man
    That's how we do it down here
    Least that's how you think we do it down here
    We all pile in the kitchen
    Do it like this
    Welcome to the Maritimes Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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