The Maritimes Lyrics

Yo, Lets Take it back to the maritimes man,

Can't take us all too serious, do that thing you guys were doin'

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Im 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 dont really go there

We pay a buck for a litre of gas AND

Smokes cost ten dollars a pack DAMN

we always mix our tabacco with weed

it's just the way we always done it, shit its natural to me

so let me tackle beat then arrive on the scene,

and let you people kow what you never travel to see

we got battle MC's we got story tellers

and we got awful mc's, corny motherf*ckers

we got everything you wanna hear, consious to backpack

comercial to gangsta, R&B to abstact, grundge to rock,

classical to country, so many artists workin' but no one makin money

welcome to the east coast home of the innocent

still pigeon hold is a form or a fisherman

no major league teams, baseball or hockey
no urban radio, just country and pop beats

im trying to shake these stereo types

so give me space please let me arrow my life,

i dont even eat fish, shit i never tried lobster

can't play the fiddle, and never was a logger

(wanna swim in clean lakes) yeah and enjoy cool breezes

but halifax harbour is like swimming in diseases

we only known for anne of green gables

coal mines, the bluenose and p.e.i. potatoes,

the maritimes is better than that

we livin' in another time so dead or without

we got universal soul AND buck 65 AND

the whole ctg AND of course classified

we got backburner, goodnight, alpha flight,lockdown, whiteboy,

first words, trobiz and L-Town

and a million other artists trying to get their flow heard,

and to let ya know we still workin on these out skirts

we tryin 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 im still reppin for my coast man

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