Canadian Dream

(Cadence Weapon)
Don’t you forget it’s the tombstone kid
All that journalists talk about where I live
And when it is the kid is about to move in
To the Mont-Toronto-Van-Bandstand Inn
I don’t subscribe to that rag
Though I had it penned in
Money market arson
Burn all your spending
Watch peoples’ hands
To know who you’re befriending
Mending
I don’t deal well with lending
Your cash gets trapped in the machines like vending
Rappers talk hard
They’re only pretending
I hit
I give
I live
I print
The message that I’m sending
Defending
Right to doom like impending
Friend get a haircut and higher self esteem
I pull
I cut
I spin
I lean
Cadence Weapon is the Canadian Dream
Nah
Nah
Nah
I’m jokin’ that
The band-aids
The scenester broads
The hipster chicks
The tour support
This is my whore report
You are the spoils
We are the victors
We like vicars
In charge of you vics
My job implies I take advantage (doesn’t it?)
I’m a fast talker
I’m an active savage
It ain’t so bad
But it ain’t all good
Rappers talk street
But they ain’t all hood
(Yo it’s corrupt where I’m from Edmonton)
I grew up in a rough part of town
Self-contained pseudo hamlet (Millwoods)
Who all planned it?
I did it
I just lived it
And made my claim at fame

What?
Where you come from?
Who are you working with?
When did you get here?
Why are you doing this?
I do this
I do them
I do me
That’s why they call me Canadian Dream

First I pressed up a demo
Then those relatives pretended to like it. They weren’t my beats then
But I know I’m speaking with those who have price to hike it
Made a mixtape far past last may
With a mission of intent on every inlay
I didn’t start caring about what they say
‘Cuz they started talking every damn which which way
Switch lanes mental
‘Cuz i paint with a temple
I flip a new style they say it’s too simple
Drop my first album in the country I’m from
Journalist types go dumb
They get numb
Humming verses and alternate versions
They comment on the shoes in my house
And my girlfriend’s purse
It’s worse
Don’t worry that I just say some words
Worry that I start wearing airbrushed shirts
With your face and your name and a couple little letters
That’ll teach you to deal with your conflicts better
Get smart
Take your shoe off
Before you try to move on a brouhaha
Brother let’s talk about stress (why don’t we?)
I drink poison and spit it like a snake
Promoters hate me
I put holes in their banks
If I put you on the list for a show
And you don’t show up
I will punch you in the face
Like hyperbolic press for a record I was over with
Before I finished
I’m touring it this minute
I hate what you know
‘Cuz I know what you hate
This goes out to me… and Antimc

What?
Where you come from?
Who are you working with?
When did you get here?
Why are you doing this?
I do this
I do them
I do me
That’s why they call me Canadian Dream