Yo, Let's take it back to the Maritimes Man   You cant 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, its 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   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   Cant 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, its 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