Boy-Cott-In the Industry lyrics

(Verse 1)
Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo
Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me
Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me

Let's take it back to the Maritimes Man
You cant take yourself so serious
Do that thing you guys were doing

Failure called the venture
Roll a Joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes

I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home fo the bag pipe
Known for the fiddle players, beer and out keg price
Known for Alexander Keiths and the ____

Check One, Two
Ya lets do a quick sound check
Ya just put on that beat I had
Drop that beat, ya

Yes yes y'all, back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, ain't nobody safe
Yes yes y'all, I'm back in the place
It's for the heads y'all, heads y'all

I like to welcome ya back, clear your calender
Let me begin, dusting off the record break
And plug my mic back in

Class Class Class Class Class {*3X*}
Ya, turn, turn the heat up
Separate the music from the gimmicks
Class Class Class Class Class

[Verse One]
Now
I'd always told I need a gimmick in this music business
I got no women, just it's me and I'm defying physics
Dissin critics who never listened but more specific
I'm trying to make a living, when I'm spttin' that's my vision

[Chorus]
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we ain't really bothered, we say mother fuck 'em
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we say fuck 'em

[Classified]
I mix this like black magic
I got problems and bad habits
I'm always talkin' to myself now like Fred Savage

[Verse One]
Oh here we go again, mics pissed off
Rhyme for a year think he's all Hip Hop
Well excuse me please Mr. 10 year veteran
It looks like the fame might be going to your head again
Look I've had it up to hear, always talking me down
Bossing me around, scared I'm taking your crown
Not even in the slightest
Ya we'll see
Man you wouldn't write shit if it wasn't for me