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