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 [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, it's 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
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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 P.E.I potatoes

The Maritimes, it's 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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Welcome to the Maritimes