Verse 1: 

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! 
 [bad word]  
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./ 
 [bad word]  
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 [bad word]  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./ 
 [bad word]  
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!