The Maritimes - Classified

Let’s take it back to the Maritimes Man

You can’t take yourself so 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 out 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 been 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 Hole, as a farm or a fisher man

No major league teams, no baseball or hockey

No urban radio Just country and pop-beats

I’m trying to shake these stereo types

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 Harbours like swimming in diseases

We only known for Anne &Green Gable

Coal mines to Blue Nose 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 an The whole UCG and of course Classified

We got back burner, goo night, alpha flight, Lock Down

Mic Boyd, first word, tro biz and hell town

And a million other artist, 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 Marie I know she’s Nova Scotian

A 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

Fill your cup up and chug

Roll a joint up and get fucked

Ready for a kitchen party

Welcome to the Maritimes

Welcome to the Maritimes