Classified - Maritimes lyrics
[Classified - Maritimes lyrics]
Yo, let's take it back to the Maritimes, man
You can't 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
I'm from the East Coast of Canada
Home of the bagpipe
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
It's just the way it's always done it
Shit's 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 MCs, we got storytellers
And we got awful MCs and corny motherfuckers
We got everything you wanna hear
Conscious to backpack, commercial to gangsta
R&B to abstract, grunge to rock
Classical to country
So many artists workin' but
No one making money
Welcome to the East Coast
Home of the innocents
Still pigeonholed as a farmer or a fisherman
No major league teams, no 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
Can't 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 PEI potatoes
The Maritimes, it's better then that
We livin' in another time
So dead it with that
We got Universal Soul and Buck 65
And the whole UCG, and of course Classified
We got Backburner, Goo Night, Alpha Flight
Lock Down
Mic Boyd, First Words, Trobiz and Helltown
And a million other artists
Trying to get their 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 blowing from the ocean
Either way it goes I'm still
Repping for my coast, man
Fill your cup up and chug
Roll a joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes
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
You can't 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
I'm from the East Coast of Canada
Home of the bagpipe
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
It's just the way it's always done it
Shit's 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 MCs, we got storytellers
And we got awful MCs and corny motherfuckers
We got everything you wanna hear
Conscious to backpack, commercial to gangsta
R&B to abstract, grunge to rock
Classical to country
So many artists workin' but
No one making money
Welcome to the East Coast
Home of the innocents
Still pigeonholed as a farmer or a fisherman
No major league teams, no 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
Can't 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 PEI potatoes
The Maritimes, it's better then that
We livin' in another time
So dead it with that
We got Universal Soul and Buck 65
And the whole UCG, and of course Classified
We got Backburner, Goo Night, Alpha Flight
Lock Down
Mic Boyd, First Words, Trobiz and Helltown
And a million other artists
Trying to get their 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 blowing from the ocean
Either way it goes I'm still
Repping for my coast, man
Fill your cup up and chug
Roll a joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes
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