Came on a different ship, we all in the same boat/ Ask how I remain dope, Ask how I maintain hope/ Even though I stay broke/ might not see the payroll or Barbados, I’m eating bread with Mayo/ Spent my money on the album, something that I kinda regret/ 2 thousand in debt but even still I step/ With endurance and perseverance/ That the music that I’m putting out is just worth hearing/ Canadian Hip-Hop, there aint no stopping us!/ We’re more than coffee cups and hockey pucks it’s obvious/ Since the day’s of VCR I’ve been doing CPR on CDR’s while my friends flex beefy arms/ Mr. TV Man, Mr. Greedy Hands/ give me some money I’m sick of eating this Ichiban/ Sick of riding around in my parent’s mini-van/ I got a plan just raise your hands up!
Chorus: This right here, aint for clubs/ It aint for dolled up girls wearing skirts and uggs/ or that Ed Hardy wearing, Faux-hawk hairin/ Naw I aint dissing homie I’m on a mission!
Verse 2: And I’m a freedom fighter/ Steven Tyler mixed with MacGyver/ They told me to walk this way but I escaped using a lighter and a set of pliers/ This will get you higher than people who thought Kanye’s CD straight fire/ I’m straight tired of this techno voice/ Don’t get no choice, no more Ghetto Boys/ They legitimately plastered and digitally mastered/ Cuz all we have nowadays is singers, no more rappers!/ This aint R&B! This is Hip-Hop!/ The only thing over your voice should be the Disc-Jock/ Call me traditional, Call me too critical/ But I’m 19 and already this is old!/ What I be serving up it feels like murder/ You got less chance than the Green Party in Alberta/ And I aint even bragging, just saying you’re like Plaxico Burris homie/ You’re legging./
Chorus: This right here, aint for clubs/ It aint for dolled up girls wearing skirts and uggs/ Or that Ed Hardy wearing, Faux-hawk hairin/ Naw I aint dissing homie I’m on a mission!
Verse 3: This aint a song, meant to get my paper long/ Aint for the Jager-Bomb, aint for the steroid arms/ Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I got a couple friends who be down with that/ I’m just saying, I want more than your hips to react to this/ It’s so passionate! The flow immaculate!/ They’ll try and package this, but I will have a fit in front of management/ If they try and make me change who I feel I am/ This aint Will.I.Am, but where’s the love for a stand up man with no cabana tan?/ Hand to hand combat, I’m Brandon Shanahan before he was washed up/ You feel me camera man?/ I rap circles round this rapping munchkins who sound redundant/ I sound abundant, the sound is pungent/ I listen to Smashing Pumpkins, rap’s too dumb man/ This one’s for the heads./
Chorus: This right here, aint for clubs/ It aint for dolled up girls wearing skirts and uggs/ Or that Ed Hardy wearing, Faux-hawk hairin/ Naw I aint dissing homie I’m on a mission!